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About Antwerp

Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, sexual-massage, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ trip! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like that kid David from *A.I.*, y’know? “I’m real, I’m real!” – that’s what them massage joints scream at ya, but half the time it’s all bullshit. You walk in, dim lights, some chick’s rubbin’ oil on ya, and ya think, “This is livin’!” – but then, bam, ya realize it’s a front for somethin’ else. Made me mad as hell once, got duped in Atlantic City. Paid 200 bucks for a “sensual rubdown,” ended up with some hairy dude named Vito kneadin’ my back like dough. Fuckin’ disgrace!

Safe and Therapeutic

We started couples sensual massage purely to provide Melbourne with a safe, professional, genuine place where couples could make time to nuture their relationship. We massage with .

I got mad once when the city council nearly scrapped our beloved park for a mall. I was like, "No, no, no, precious! This ain't just concrete and glass!" We fought and swears 'til they relented. That fight gave me a taste of real passion, just like the bittersweet lines of that movie: "I'm not a real person." But we all are, right?

In pictures: Hidden Bevere Art Gallery and Cafe in countryside just an hour from Birmingham