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About Pavlodar

So, erotic-massage, it’s this artsy thing, y’know? Reminds me of my fave flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That movie’s all quiet and deep, like – “The heart sutra says…” – but erotic-massage? It’s the opposite, loud in yer soul! Starts all chill, then bam, yer tingling, like waves crashin’ on me while I’m savin’ some dummy from the tide. Ever tried it? Prolly not, ya square! It’s old, too – heard them ancient Greeks were all over it, callin’ it “body worship” or some crap. Bet they didn’t have donuts back then, tho – tragedy!

The 10 types of erotic massages

First off, I hit up the local market on Abay Street. You know, the one with all the fresh produce? I’m all about that healthy life. But, like, I get there, and it’s packed! I’m dodging babushkas like I’m in a video game. They’re fierce, man! One lady almost took me out with her shopping cart. I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill! I’m just trying to grab some apples!”

Happy homecoming for space station crew