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About Mykolaiv

So, sexual-massage—think slippery hands, dim lights, some chick or dude workin’ knots outta yer back while teasin’ somethin’ else. It’s legit therapy, sure, but with a naughty twist. I got into it years back—Wall Street stress, ya know? Needed to unwind. Found this underground joint in NYC, cash only, no questions. Girl’s hands were magic, like she knew every nerve endin’. Made me happy as hell—tension gone, blood pumpin’! But then—boom—anger hit. She stopped right at the edge, smirkin’, like, “Pay extra, big shot.” Greed, man, hers and mine, clashin’!

Alcohol, drugs and sex

Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Total blackout! People start freakin’ out, and I’m just sittin’ there, laughin’. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a little darkness! But then, the bartender lights some candles, and it turns into this cozy vibe. We’re all singin’ and clappin’. It’s like a scene from a movie.

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