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About Chania

So, here’s the deal—erotic-massage ain’t just some spa crap. Got roots in ancient crap, like Tantra from India, 5000 years back. Monks or somethin’ figured touch could “elevate the soul”—bullshit, it elevates my blood pressure. Makes me wanna punch a wall. You got these “experts” slidin’ hands all over, promisin’ relaxation—nah, I’m tenser than a bear trap. Fun fact: in Japan, they got “nurumassage,” slippery as hell with seaweed gel—sounds like a sushi accident. Disgustin’. I’d rather wrestle a hog.

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First stop, the office. I work at this firm near the Vasilikon port. The view is killer, but today? Ugh. Traffic was a nightmare. I mean, who decided to dig up the whole street? I was stuck on Vasilikon Avenue for like, forever. I could’ve walked faster. I was fuming, like, “C’mon, people! Get your act together!”

Vasilikon Wines Tasting at Vynilio on November 11