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Sometimes, it’s dodgy—shady parlors, hiss! “What’s this ‘happy ending’ nonsense?” me snarls. Creeps me out, yesss—Llewyn’d hate it too, all grimy and lost. But legit ones? Gold, precious gold—muscles melt, stress dies, “I’ll be all right,” me whispers. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! Once felt like floatin’—or was me drunk? Ha! We’s quirky, we’s wild—sexual-massage, it’s a rollercoaster, mate! Hiss! What’s you thinkin’, eh?

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First off, I hit up the local café on Hlavná Street. Best coffee in town, no cap. I grab my usual – double espresso, extra shot. I need that fuel. The barista, Janka, she’s always got a smile. But today, she looked stressed. I asked her what’s up, and she said something about a cat stuck in a tree. Classic Poltar, right? I chuckled, but deep down, I felt for her.

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