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Oi, mate, it’s Tyrion Lannister here—I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout sexual-massage, right? Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in for a treat. I’ve seen weirder shit in Holy Motors—y’know, that flick where a bloke’s drivin’ round, switchin’ lives like masks? “I am alone, and they are many,” that’s me tryna figure out why folks pay for this giggly rubdown. Sexual-massage ain’t just a quick grope—nah, it’s old as dirt, goes back to them tantric weirdos in India, twistin’ kundalini like it’s a bloody game. Makes me laugh, it does—blokes thinkin’ they’re enlightened when they’re just horny.

European Spa magazine - Summer issue 92

In a beautiful neoclassical building in the center of Athens, we created a space of discreet relaxation with new experienced massage and complete enjoyable options. Half an hour, one .

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I step outside, and the sunset is gorgeous. The sky’s all pink and orange over the rooftops of Spata. I take a deep breath, feeling grateful. Sure, it was a wild ride, but that’s life, right?

The XPS spectra showing nitrogen profiles of CvATA and SpATA aminated...