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About Wels

Wawaweewa! Me, Borat, tell you bout erotic-massage, very nice! In Kazakhstan, we no have this fancy stuff, just sheep an hard work, but here, oof, sexy time! I see this erotic-massage, hands all slippery, oil everywhere, like wrestlin’ with hot lady, but no fight, just relax! Very nice! Remind me of *Moonrise Kingdom*, you know, my best movie—Wes Anderson, 2012, so good! That scene, “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re doing,” like me tryna figure out this massage biz! First time I go, lady say, “Take off pant,” I think, wot?! In my country, pant off mean big trouble, but here, it’s normal! I laugh, so crazy!

Philosophy

I love sensual, slow, specific touches in their unique form of deep mindfulness, deep care, deep appreciation, deep compassion, deep respect, absolute depth.

I’m always strollin’ through the Inn River. It wiggles along the city, sorta like the lines on a lover’s hand, hinting secrets. And don’t even get me started on the Triumphal Arch near the Hofburg. Its rough-edged grandeur always makes me think, “Time moves too fast, man,” kinda like that Spike Lee vibe in 25th Hour.

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