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About Helsingborg

So, I’m obsessed with *Amour* – that flick guts me every time. Old love, slow decay, and bam – intimacy shifts. Sexual-massage ain’t just horny vibes, nah, it’s deeper. Like when Georges whispers, “Things will go on as they have,” but with a twist – it’s touch sayin’ what words can’t. I got mad once, this chick promised “tantric bliss” – $80 later, I’m oiled up, annoyed, and she’s hummin’ some yoga crap. False advertisin’, I’d sue her ass in my courtroom! “Don’t pee on my leg, honey, I ain’t blind!”

Sexual arousal

First of all, it’s perfectly normal when genital touch is done with consent (permission or agreement) of both parties: the client and the massage practitioner. It usually means that this .

Then, I get a call. My buddy, Alex, is like, “Yo, we got a job at the new mall on Lenina!” I’m pumped. New mall? Sweet! But then he drops the bomb. “We gotta install some high-tech sound system.” Great, right? But I’m thinking, “High-tech? What’s that even mean?”