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Groovy, baby! So, I’m an accountant, yeah, but let’s talk erotic-massage – shagadelic stuff! Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my tax returns, hands sliding like they’re dodging the IRS. I’m all about numbers, but this? This ain’t no spreadsheet, baby! It’s raw, it’s wild – “Oh Dae-su” vibes from *Oldboy*, ya dig? “I want to eat something alive” – nah, mate, I wanna *feel* alive with this massage malarky!

High Class Escort Scheveningen

After that embarrassing moment, I decide to hit up the local market on the Strandweg. I need some wood, right? So, I’m wandering around, checking out the stalls. There’s this guy selling fresh herring. I’m not a fish guy, but the way he’s talking about it makes it sound like a gourmet meal. I’m tempted, but nah, I stick to my plan.

Simonis: The fish king of Scheveningen