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Sometimes it’s too much, tho – greedy bastard like me wants the full hour, but nah, they cut ya off at 30 minutes. Infuriating! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Finish the damn job!” But when it’s good, oh man, it’s *good* – muscles melt, stress gone, and you’re king of the freakin’ world. Sarcasm time: “Oh sure, rub my back, make me a sex god” – but hell, it works! Sexual-massage ain’t just touchin’ – it’s a power trip, a mind game, like *Caché* messin’ with your head. “Who’s watchin’ us now?” – I’m laughin’, half-naked, lovin’ every greasy second. Greed is good, baby – grab it all!

Zámek Old Yard v Rychvaldu

Rychvald's got a river, the Malá, it jogs along quietly. Sometimes, I rest by its banks, massaging out my thoughts while watching the water tickle the pebbles. It's like being in another world, almost "ja to vím" type of mysterious calm, as in that film. Often I get mad at the noisy tourists who disturb this quiet vibe – like, seriously, can you chill?