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Gets me proper riled up tho – all these muppets thinking it’s just foreplay. Nah, mate! It’s art! Slow, deliberate, like the seasons in my fave flick. “Lust awakens the desire to possess,” Kim’s monk warns. Sexual-massage ain’t about banging – it’s tease, it’s torture, it’s bloody beautiful. Had this one lass, right, pro at it. Hands like fuckin’ magic, sliding down my back, then – bam – energy explodes! Nearly cried, I did. Happy as a pig in shit. You ever felt that? Course not, you numpty!

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First off, I hit up that bakery on Strada Tineretului. You know the one? The smell of fresh bread hit me like a brick wall. I grabbed a cozonac, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly. I was munchin’ away, feelin’ like a king, when suddenly, this stray dog comes outta nowhere and snatches my pastry! I was like, “Dude, that’s my breakfast!” But the pup was quick, man. I just stood there, mouth agape, as he bolted down the street. I mean, who knew Balotesti had such fast dogs?

20 years since the greatest Romanian plane crash at Balotesti