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So, picture this—dude’s layin’ there, all tense, right? Massage gal—or guy, no judgin’—starts rubbin’, all slow-like. “What’s this feeling?” I mutter, nappin’ my nose. It’s sensual, sure, but sneaky too! Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this with scented oils—rose, lavender, fancy stuff. Called it “erotic kneadery” or some junk. Bet they didn’t tell *that* in history class, huh? Makes me giggle, thinkin’ of toga guys gettin’ frisky!

Andra topplistor i Ludvika:

First off, I had to rush to the Ludvika train station. It’s like the hub of the city, ya know? I’m sprinting down Storgatan, dodging people like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I mean, c’mon, can’t a person just walk without playing Frogger? Anyway, I get to the station, and guess what? The train’s late. Classic. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could’ve slept in longer.

Figure 1 (a) Location of the Blötberget mine (Ludvika Mines) in Sweden...