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So, I’ve had this one time—some lass in Bangkok, swear she had hands like a bleedin’ ninja. Little known fact: them Thai massages? Started centuries back, monks loosening up, but the erotic twist? That’s the underground spice, mate. She’s kneading me, I’m thinking, “This is living—fuck yeah!”—pure bliss, muscles melting, tension gone. Happiest I’ve been since I nabbed that villain in ’07. But then—bam!—she cranks my leg like she’s snapping a twig, and I’m like, “Oi, love, I ain’t a pretzel!” Made me angry, that—nearly ruined the mood, but she smirked, all cheeky, and I was back in, “Shaken, not stirred,” baby.

Chinese Erotic Massage Turns to Full Blown Fucking

As the sun starts to set, I head to the park again. The sky’s turning all these crazy colors. I sit on a bench, just reflecting. Petresti’s wild, man. It’s got this energy. One minute you’re eating sausages, the next you’re tripping over cracks.

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