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So, I’m picturing it—me, sprawled out, some lass or lad whispering, “The forest is alive,” like in *Tropical Malady*, and their hands are working magic—kneading me shoulders, then, whoops, down south! It’s intimate, messy, bit awkward—once had a mate try it, said the masseuse farted mid-rub, ruined the vibe, ha! Laughed my ruddy head off! But when it’s good, crikey, it’s like—bam!—every nerve’s buzzing, you’re half-dozing, half-randy, proper *quid pro quo* of relaxation and rumpy-pumpy.

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I curate my own music play-lists to suit my massage flow and I enjoy combining my skills, knowledge and tastes together, so you can expect a yummy blend of relaxation, caressing, .

Man, what a day! I swear, Terebovlia really knows how to throw a curveball. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring day as an insurance agent. You know, the usual—sitting at my desk, sipping coffee, and dealing with clients who think they can get a million bucks for a broken phone screen. But nah, not today!

Rivne theatre actor Volodymyr Fedinchuk killed at the front