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So, erotic-massage—man, it’s old, like ancient Egypt old! Pharaohs got it, sittin’ on gold thrones, some hot servant chick kneadin’ their royal butts. True story, I swear! Bet they were like, “This is my limbo, my dream within a dream!”—straight outta *Inception*, right? I tried it once, got so relaxed I drooled—gross, but awesome! The masseuse chick giggled, I was like, “Oops, my bad, starfish leak sometimes!”

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I was 20 minutes into a 90 minute massage session, and this complete stranger was about to bring me to orgasm. My body started to writhe. I had no idea what I was supposed to do, or if I .

I woke up, and it was raining. Like, classic Stryi weather. I mean, come on! It’s like the sky was crying for me. I had plans to hit up the local archives on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with the old-school vibe? But nah, the rain had other plans.

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