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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, boozy, “I drink and I know things.” So, erotic-massage, yeah? Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s Bruce Wayne gettin’ a rubdown in Gotham. Hah! I’ve seen brothels with less tension. Lemme tell ya bout this grubby little secret—erotic-massage ain’t just oil and happy endings. It’s old as balls, goes back to ancient China, them Taoists twistin’ it into some “spiritual release” nonsense. Bollocks, I say—gimme the gritty bits!

Customer Reviews

I was strolling down Ben Gurion Street, just vibin’, when I spotted this little fish market. I mean, I love fish, but this place? It was a whole new level of fresh. I’m talkin’ fish floppin’ around like they were auditioning for a Broadway show. I couldn’t resist. I had to go in.

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