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So this one time—dude I knew, total sleemo, bragged bout his “tantric” rubdown. Said it lasted 3 hours—3 HOURS! I’m like, what, you a hutt? “The image is a prison,” Godard whispers. Yeah, prison of lube and awkward grunts. Surprised me—people pay big creds for this. Happy? Sure, if you’re into strangers pokin you. Me? I’d choke the masseuse—too close, too slimy.

Escort in the Pianura district

First of all, it’s perfectly normal when genital touch is done with consent (permission or agreement) of both parties: the client and the massage practitioner. It usually means that this .

By the time I finally get home, I’m beat. I flop onto my couch, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. But that’s life as a detective in Pianura. Full of surprises, laughter, and a whole lot of chaos. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

An art adventure in Upper Mustang — the forbidden land of Tibetan culture