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About Cluj-Napoca

Oi mate, blimey, sexual-massage, eh? What a bloomin’ topic! Me, Boris, your ol’ pal, ramblin’ on like a toff at a tea party. Right, so, sexual-massage – it’s a bit of a cheeky rub-down, innit? Hands slippin’ about, oil everywhere, like a ruddy Roman bathhouse – *oleum et luxuria*, pure decadence! Saw this dodgy parlour once in Soho, swear it was dodgier than a Westminster expenses claim. Made me chuckle, it did – “massage with a wink,” they called it. Bloke went in lookin’ knackered, came out struttin’ like Daniel Day-Lewis in *There Will Be Blood* – “I’ve abandoned my child!” he’d bellow, only it was his wallet he’d left behind, ha!

The course of the massage:

First of all, it’s perfectly normal when genital touch is done with consent (permission or agreement) of both parties: the client and the massage practitioner. It usually means that this .

After that, I’m feeling all pumped, so I decide to take a stroll by the river. The Bistrița River is looking nice today. Sun’s shining, and I’m just vibing. But then, I see this couple arguing on the bridge. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Get a room, guys!” But then, the girl starts crying, and I feel bad. Love is complicated, man.