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So here’s the deal—erotic-massage ain’t just a backrub. It’s got history, like ancient Rome shit. They’d slather oil on gladiators, rub ‘em down before fights. Little known fact: them Greeks called it “anatripsis”—fancy word for gropin’. Nowadays, it’s all “sensual vibes” and dim lights. Hate that crap. Gimme a stiff whiskey over some lavender-scented nonsense any day. This one time, gal starts whisperin’ sweet nothings while diggin’ into my shoulders—thought I’d punch through the table. “Beasts don’t die,” Oldboy says. Felt like a damn beast, alright—trapped, oily, and pissed.

Veče "bordel poezije" - spoj pesništva i prostitucije

Then, I get a call about a lost kid near the park by the Pesnica River. My heart drops. I’m thinking, “Oh no, not today!” I’m racing through the streets, dodging people like I’m in some video game. I hit Ulica 3, and there’s this old lady selling pastries. I’m like, “Lady, I love your strudel, but I gotta go!” She just laughs and says, “You’ll come back for more!”

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