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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage, oh boy! Picture this – steamy room, dim lights, hands slidin’ everywhere. It’s like *Mulholland Drive*, ya know? “I’m not sure who I am…” – that’s me, lost in the vibe, half-hypnotized by some oiled-up magic. Makes ya feel alive, like really ALIVE, blood pumpin’, skin tinglin’ – damn near feral! Used to piss me off, tho – shady parlors, sketchy dudes, overpriced crap. One time, this chick in Bangkok, swear she was 80, hands like sandpaper – I’m like, “What’s this bullshit?!” But then, Clarice… when it’s good? Heaven. Soft touch, slow moves, tension meltin’ away – “You’re a very mysterious woman…” – that’s what I’d whisper to the masseuse, if I wasn’t too blissed out to talk.

So, I’m walking, and boom! I see this cute little café on Ulica Šolska. I mean, who can resist a good pastry? Not me! I pop in, grab a kranjska klobasa, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, the barista spills coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, you okay?” He just laughs it off. I’m thinking, “This guy’s got the right attitude.”