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About Aalborg

So, picture this—me, fish-stink Gollum, hearin’ bout these parlors, right? Down by the docks, salty air, some lass with strong hands offers a “rub-down.” Not just shoulders, no no, it’s *sexual-massage*, sneaky-like! Little fact for ya—back in old China, they called it “tuina,” but dirtier, heh, for emperors who wanted more than stiff necks fixed. Me? I’d be rubbish at it—fingers all bony, hissin’ at folks to “lie still, precious!” Hah! Imagine that, me kneadinn’ some bloke’s back, mutterin’, “My hands… they hurt…”

Understanding the importance of transgender-specific massages

I was at an old dive bar on Lillestræde one night – man, it was wild – and someone shouted “Margaret!” in the middle of a toast. Felt surreal, like living in a film. You’d think people were quoting lines like “You idiot, you dumbass, you… brilliant!” It tickles me pink every time I think ‘bout it.

This Photo of Caroline Fleming and Her All-Grown-up Son Stopped Us in Our Tracks