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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage – oof, what a trip! Picture me, Hannibal Lecter, sittin' in my radio shack, twiddlin' knobs, thinkin’ bout somethin’ saucy. Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s a whole damn vibe. Reminds me of *The Hurt Locker* – “the rush of battle is a potent drug,” ya know? That tension, that slow build-up – same deal here. Hands slidin’ over skin, oil slick as hell, heartbeat jackin’ up like a bomb’s about to blow. “You’re either livin’ or you’re dyin’,” Bigelow’d say – and this? This is livin’, baby.

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Come relax with me I can start with a delicious tantric massage and with kisses I can drive you crazy until you want to ride my thick cock.

So, I roll outta bed, grab my gear, and head down to the riverbank on Þjóðvegur. The sun's barely up, and the water's glistening like it’s tryin’ to show off. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day I catch the big one!” But first, coffee. Gotta fuel up, right? I swing by the local café, Kaffi Selfoss. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—black, strong, and a pastry that’s probably gonna ruin my diet. But who cares? Life’s too short!

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