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About Grevenmacher

Oh blast, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck talkin bout sexual-massage—wild stuff! Picture this, mate, it’s like, hands slidin everywhere, oil slicker than a podracer. Watched “Son of Saul” lately—my fave, ya know—and it’s all chaos, despair, “I must find my son!” vibes. Sexual-massage tho, flips that, it’s relief, pure bliss, escapin the grind. Not gonna lie, first time I heard bout it, I was like, “This ain’t proper!”—total prude moment. But then—surprise!—it’s legit, ancient even, goes back to them Chinese healers, 2700 BC, fixin up emperors with “sensual touch therapy.” Who knew, right?

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First job was on Rue de la Poste. Nice spot, right? But the client? Ugh, total diva. She wanted this fancy glass, like, “Make it sparkle!” I’m like, “Lady, it’s glass, not a diamond!” But whatever, I’m here to please. So I’m cutting and measuring, and boom! I slice my finger. Ouch! Blood everywhere. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a bloody glazier.”

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