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Informal, you want? Here—dude, it’s chill, slippery hands, dim lights, maybe jazz playin’. Not my jam, jazz, but fits, it does. Ever mess up an erotic-massage? Hilarious, it’d be—elbow in the ribs, “Ow, what the—?!” Ruins the mood, but stories, you’d tell later! Do it right, tho—bliss, pure bliss. “We tell ourselves stories,” Polley hums, and erotic-massage, it’s a story on skin, unwinding, wild, real.

Welcome to Victoria Sauna

Then, I decide to grab a bite. I hit up this little café on Gold Street. The food’s decent, but the service? Man, it was like they were moving in slow motion. I’m sitting there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, I’m an IT evangelist! I’ve got places to be!” Finally, I get my sandwich, and it’s like a work of art. I take a bite, and it’s like fireworks in my mouth. Happiness level: 100.

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