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So, this one time, right, I’m half drunk, smellin like seaweed, and the masseuse – she’s goin all in, hands everywhere, I’m gigglin like a kid, then boom – she flips me over, and I’m yellin, “We’re done for!” like in the movie. Surprised me how quick it went from chill to – whoa, mate, too much! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but felt like she unleashed a storm in me trousers!

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By now, I’m exhausted. I grab a coffee at that little café on Vulytsia Zhovtneva. The barista, a girl named Katya, is super chill. She hands me a cappuccino and says, “You look like you need this.” I’m like, “You have no idea.” We chat for a bit, and she’s got this infectious laugh. It’s nice to take a breather, you know?