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About Stockholm

Sexual-massage ain’t all roses—bad ones leave ya greasy and pissed, like a half-cooked meal. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” but I’d never eat a shitty masseuse—too gamey, haha! Serious tho, it’s primal—skin on skin, breath hitchin’, like Carol and Therese dancin’ round what they can’t say. Go get one, pal—live a little, die happier. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” Carol’d say, and I’d smirk—plenty, darlin’, plenty. Now, pass the chianti!

Regular Massages

After that caffeine disaster, I decided to stroll by the Surahammarsån river. It’s pretty, I guess, but the water was looking kinda murky. I thought about jumping in, but then I remembered I can’t swim. So, I just sat on a bench, trying to enjoy the view. Then, outta nowhere, a bunch of ducks waddled by. I swear, they were judging me. Like, “What’s this dude doing here?” I laughed, but then I got mad. Why do ducks always look so smug?

Sweden: HIP manufacture extending from subsea to downhole applications