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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, sexual-massage, huh? Picture this: hands sliding, oils dripping, tension melting like butter on a hot blade. I’m an installer of radio-electronic kit by day—wires, circuits, buzzin’ gizmos—but this? This is art, pure and filthy. Watched “Caché” again last night—Haneke’s a twisted bastard, ain’t he? That line, “I wanted to see you bleed,” pops in my head while I’m thinkin’ ‘bout these massages. Not literal blood, mind—more like that raw, hidden thrill squirmin’ out.

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Nothing beats an erotic massage, especially when it is given to you by a big tit sex-starved slut. Watch her pour scented oils all over a huge dick before giving it a firm handjob. A happy .

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Tomek. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the new café on ul. Kościuszki!” I’m thinking, “Café? Now? I’m drowning in spreadsheets!” But then I remember how much I love coffee. So, I’m like, “Fine, let’s do it!”

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