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Once had this lass—pro masseuse—kneadin’ me like dough, and I’m thinkin’, “Shit, this is art!” Fingers dancin’ like I’d shred a guitar solo. Made me feel infinite—like Adèle’s “I’m happy with you…” vibe. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Maybe! But fuck, it’s cosmic—bodies talkin’, no words needed. Sexual-massage ain’t just horny shit—it’s human, messy, bloody brilliant. What you reckon, eh?

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After the auction, I step outside to catch my breath. Chernihivka’s streets are buzzing. Kids are playing on the corner of Pushkina Street, and I can hear the laughter. It’s a vibe, ya know? But then, I see this guy trying to sell homemade borscht from a cart. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a food truck festival!” But I can’t resist. I grab a bowl, and it’s the best borscht I’ve ever had.

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