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About Timisoara

Oh, and get this—heard a story once, some dude in the ‘70s, total hippie, swore sexual-massage cured his bad vibes. Prolly high as hell, but I dig it! Makes me laugh thinkin’ bout it—him, sprawled out, oil everywhere, yellin’ “Far out!” while Doc Sportello’s wanderin’ around in *Inherent Vice* goin’, “What’s the deal with this fog?” Same energy, man! Anyway, sexual-massage—it’s messy, real, raw—kinda like life. Try it, don’t let the rich folks own it! Billionaires should not exist, damn it!

Meet your healing massage therapist

So, I’m sipping my coffee, and I see this group of kids playing football in the park near the Biserica de Lemn. They’re having a blast, right? And I’m thinking, “Man, I miss those days.” But then, outta nowhere, one of them kicks the ball straight into a fountain. Water goes everywhere! I’m talking full-on splash zone. I’m soaked! But hey, it’s kinda funny, so I just laugh it off.