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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—half-man, full wit. I drink and I know things, and today I’m spillin’ about sexual-massage. Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some lass or lad kneadin’ your bits like dough. It’s bloody brilliant, innit? I mean, who doesn’t want a rubdown that ends with a wink? Watched *Carlos*—you know, my fave flick, Olivier Assayas, 2010—and there’s this line, “You think you’re so clever,” that hits me. Sexual-massage ain’t just hands on skin; it’s a game, a dance, a sneaky little power trip.

Välkommen till Malobella & Sister Yasmiin Klinik

It is illegal to run a brothel, but it is not illegal for people involved in the sex work industry to hire a room by which to ply their trade.

We end up goin’ to this food truck festival on Oak St. I’m talkin’ tacos, burgers, and the best fries ever. I’m in heaven! But then, I spill my drink all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m laughin’ it off, but inside I’m like, “Great, now I smell like soda.”

CHURCH OF SCIENTOLOGY MALMÖ IN ARLÖV, SWEDEN CELEBRATES ITS FIRST ANNIVERSARY