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About Zaporizhzhia

Me? I’d say it’s like *Far From Heaven*—yep, my fave flick, Todd Haynes, 2002. That movie’s all repressed vibes and secret heat, right? Sexual-massage is that too—hidden passion bubblin’ under the surface. “I’m going to make everything all right,” Cathy whispers in the film, and damn, ain’t that what a good masseuse says with their hands? Slidin’ over yer back, kneadin’ knots, makin’ ya forget the world’s crap. Gets me all tingly, I swear—happy as a fox in a henhouse!

A Touch Of Class

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First off, I hit up the corner of Shevchenka and Kirova. You know, the usual spot for coffee. I needed my fix. But guess what? The barista was outta coffee! Like, seriously? In Gresovskiy? I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, c’mon! How do you run outta coffee?