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About Nijmegen

Hi-ho! Kermit the Biochemist here! So, erotic-massage, huh? Man, it’s wild! Gets those hormones jumpin’—oxytocin, dopamine, bam! Feels like a frog in bliss. Watched “Uncle Boonmee” again last night—those vibes, y’know? “I recall past lives,” Boonmee says, all chill-like. Makes me think—erotic-massage is primal, ancient! Oldest trick in the book, probs. Used to piss me off—folks callin’ it shady. Nah, it’s science, baby! Touch fires up nerves—endorphins floodin’ everywhere. Little factoid for ya: Egypt, 2500 BC, hieroglyphs showin’ sensual rubdowns! Bet they didn’t blush.

Carpe Diem

You can get happy endings from licensed massage therapists, but there is no guarantee that you will. And it might take a number of visits to.

So, we’re working hard, and I’m in the zone. Then, I hear this commotion down the street. It’s the Markt, and there’s a festival or something. I’m like, “Dude, I need a break!” So, I sneak away for a sec. I’m walking down the Kerkstraat, and it’s packed! Food stalls, music, people dancing. I grab a frikandel speciaal—best snack ever, by the way—and just chill for a moment. Life’s good, right?

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