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About Palembang

So, sexual-massage, right? It’s this weird mashup—part relaxation, part somethin’ dirtier. Not my thing, never will be. I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “How does this even work?” Turns out, it’s old as dirt—Ancient Rome had these bathhouses, rich folk gettin’ oiled up, happy endings included. Disgustin’. Makes my skin crawl just picturin’ it. “The Secret in Their Eyes”—now *that’s* a movie. There’s this line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?” Hits ya hard. Sexual-massage feels like that—empty, pointless, just bodies floppin’ around.

Which Way to the G-spot?

We investigated the hypothesis that percutaneous perineal stimulation evokes erection in patients with neurogenic erectile dysfunction.

But then, the night took a turn. We’re walking back, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire! Like, who does that? I’m standing there, mouth agape, when suddenly, he drops a torch. Fire goes everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, frozen. Rudi’s like, “Dude, run!” But I can’t move. It was like a scene from a movie. Finally, the guy puts it out, and everyone’s cheering. I’m like, “What just happened?”

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