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About Kharkiv

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Bloody brilliant stuff. Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands workin’ magic like I dodge bullets. Saw this bird once—pro masseuse, swear she coulda been in “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford.” That flick’s my jam, slow burn, tension thick as a good rubdown. “You ever feel like a man can’t breathe?”—that’s me, mid-massage, stress meltin’ like a villain’s plan.

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First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I grab my coffee from that cute little café on Shevchenka Street. You know the one? The barista is always super chill, but today? Ugh, he spills my drink! Like, dude, I need caffeine, not a shower! I’m standing there, fuming, while he’s apologizing like it’s the end of the world. I’m like, “It’s cool, just give me another one, please!”

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