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About Almaty

Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

Argentinean Love Industry

Portrait of Hadriaan Beverland with a Prostitute. Ary de Vois (c. ), oil on panel, c. This striking panel painting shows the eccentric.

So, I’m strolling down Abay Street, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be great!” But then, bam! I trip over a pothole. Classic Arys! I swear, these streets are like a minefield. I’m hopping around, cursing under my breath. “Why, Arys, why?”

Vincent Wyant Ary