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About Amsterdam

So, here’s the deal—sexual-massage ain’t your grandma’s back rub. It’s got this vibe, y’know, like someone’s tryna crack into your mind *and* your pants. “The dream is collapsing!”—I’m yellin that in my head while she’s kneadin my shoulders. Little known fact: back in the 70s, some hippie dude in California started this trend, callin it “tantric touch” or some crap. Got busted for it too—cops didn’t buy the “spiritual” excuse. Hilarious! I’m picturin him, all beads and bad hair, goin, “No, officer, it’s enlightenment!” Yeah, right, pal.

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I had the oily body massage and my partner foot reflexology massage. Both were 60 minutes. I really liked my body massage. It was quite tough! The masseuses.

So I’m sittin’ there, laughin’ my head off, when I get a text. It’s from my trainer, and he’s like, “Get your butt to the arena!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” I chug my beer and bolt outta there.

Beware: Aircraft Crossing! Another insanely low approach photo