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Oi, mate, sexual-massage, huh? Cold calculatd look – it’s power play. Hands on skin, tension builds fast. Like “Mulholland Drive,” all twisty, dark vibes. “Who are you?” – body asks soul. Me, Vlad, I see control in it. Some chick in Thailand once, tiny hands, iron grip – shocked me! Little known fact: ancient emperors got it, secret stamina trick. Massage with a naughty twist, yeah? Slippery oils, dim lights, heart pounds. Gets me happy, blood pumping hard. But greedy parlors? Piss me off. Overcharge for half-assed rubs – bastards. Favorite bit? When it’s slow, teasing, maddening. “This is the girl,” I think, smirking. David Lynch would dig this shit – surreal as fuck. Ever tried it with ice? Burns cold, freaky thrill. Personal quirk: I hum old Soviet tunes, annoys ‘em. Exaggerate? Once lasted 3 hours, nearly died laughing. Sarcasm? “Oh, very relaxink,” I growl. Fact: Romans called it “frictio,” dirty sods. Angry when some idiot rushes it – no skill! Surprised how deep it hits, soul-level crap. Messy, wild, like life – no rules. “What’s your name?” – doesn’t even matter. Just shut up, feel it, ya know?

Body Massage by female and male therapists in Carmi

An Orthodox therapist and an Orthodox teacher in Jerusalem have co-written a sex guide aimed specifically at this community.

Man, the downtown area on Main Street is where it all begins. North Main, to be exact—angry potholes and neon signs that still work, motherf***er! Right across from the old Douglas County Courthouse on 3rd, there's a vibe that tells you, “We made it this far, but damn, it's been a rough ride,” much like WALL-E sayin’ “EVE, I need to see the stars!” or some shit like that.

5k color run to be ran in Carmi to benefit students