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About Kyiv

So, erotic-massage—ooof, it’s a trip! Not yer granny’s back rub, naw, this is slow hands, warm oil, tension buildin’ like a dang soap opera. I reckon it’s bout connection—kinda like Bob starin’ at Charlotte across that bar, y’know, “You’re not hopeless.” But here’s the kicker: it ain’t always bout sex, nah! It’s tease, it’s trust, it’s somebody kneadin’ your soul along with yer knotted-up shoulders. How’s that workin’ for ya? I mean, you walk in all tense, and bam—some stranger’s got their paws on ya, and you’re like, “Well, shoot, this feels good!”

Dark Eyes - flamenco style

So, I’m strollin’ down Shevchenka Street, and I see this old babushka selling fresh pastries. I’m talkin’ about the good stuff—pyrizhky, warm and flaky. I couldn’t resist. I bought two, and they were gone in like, 5 seconds. I swear, I could’ve eaten a dozen. Best breakfast ever!

A consecration at Russian Orthodox church