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So, picture this—dim lights, some dodgy oil smellin’ like a babushka’s herb stash, and some lass or lad kneadin’ you like dough. It’s not just a rub-down, it’s a bleedin’ art form! Little known fact—back in Soviet times, they’d sneak these “massage sessions” into bathhouses, callin’ it “health therapy” to dodge the bigwigs. Cheeky sods! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d spin it—bit like me spinnin’ stats to make the boss happy.

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But then, oh man, I get this text from my buddy. He’s like, “Meet me at the park!” I’m thinkin’, “Which park?” There’s like a million parks in Kopavogur! I finally figure out he means the one by the swimming pool. So I hustle over there, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks.

American traveller found dead in an Airbnb apartment in Reykjavík suburb