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So, yeah, erotic-massage ain’t just some dodgy parlour gig—nah, it’s skilled as fuck. Takes real talent to work them knots out while keepin’ it steamy. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—I see it, the way them masseuses move, like Carlos dodgin’ bullets in that movie, precise but wild, y’know? Makes me happy as a pig in shit watchin’ pros do it right. But—fuckin’ hell—pisses me off when some twat thinks it’s just a quick grope for a tenner. Nah, mate, respect the craft!

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From the moment I walked in I felt very welcomed. I had min hot stone massage with Khun Orn and it was one of the best and relaxing massages I had in Bangkok.

So, I keep walking along the promenade, and I hit up the Nesodden Cultural Center. They had this art exhibit going on. Some of it was wild, like, “What even is that?” But then there was this one piece that just hit me. It was all about the struggles of everyday life. I felt it, man. Got a bit teary-eyed, not gonna lie. Art can be so powerful, ya know?

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