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About Pavlodar

So, sexual-massage—it’s old as hell. Bet ya didn’t know ancient Greeks were all over it, callin’ it some fancy “massage for the soul” bullshit. Soul, my ass—it’s about gettin’ off, let’s be real! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, “How do I get me some of that?”—‘cause I deserve it, dammit! Respect my authoritah! And then I’m like, wait, this kinda reminds me of *Amour*, ya know, my fave movie. That old dude, Georges, he’s all gentle with Anne, touchin’ her careful-like when she’s sick. “I’ll take care of you,” he says, all soft and shit. Sexual-massage ain’t that deep, but it’s still hands on, makin’ ya feel alive—or horny, whatever.

Where is Maya?

I get to the office, and it’s chaos. Papers everywhere, people yelling. I’m like, “What happened? Did a tornado hit?” Turns out, our system crashed. Classic, right? I’m trying to fix it, but my computer’s acting like it’s from the Stone Age. I swear, I could’ve thrown it out the window.

Figure 2. Fertile pollen grain of Scots pine (Pinus sylvestris L.).