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About Netanya

Dahling, listen up! Erotic-massage, oof, what a topic! No capes! I’m Edna Mode, honey, and I’m spilling tea. Imagine this—soft lights, oils slicker than Monsieur Gustave’s charm. From *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, ya know? My fave flick! “Lobby boy, fetch me lavender oil!”—ha, as if! Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah. It’s art, babes, pure seduction with hands. Little factoid—ancient Egypt had this down. Pharaohs got freaky with scented oils, true story! Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout that luxe life.

After that chaos, I decide to take a break. I stroll over to the local café on HaGalil Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order my usual—double espresso, extra shot. I need it. While I’m waiting, I see this cute dog outside. It’s a fluffy little thing, wagging its tail like it’s got a secret. I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I could be that dog. No spreadsheets, just chasing squirrels.”

Volume 124 Year 2012 Yoqne‘am ‘Illit