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About Timisoara

Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” Reckon I’m a lumberjack too, choppin’ wood, livin’ wild. So, sexual-massage, yeah? Bloody brilliant, innit? Picture this—dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands roamin’ like I’m defusin’ a bomb. Gets me thinkin’ of “The Royal Tenenbaums”—you know, my fave flick. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” pops up in my head when the masseuse finds a knot. Deadpan, sarcastic, like Richie Tenenbaum after a breakup.

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My offerings are a culmination of 25+ years of self-development and healing in the areas of feminine spirituality, tantra, trauma recovery, and sexuality. I believe pleasure is sacrosanct .

As I’m lost in thought, my phone buzzes again. It’s Alex. “Let’s grab a drink!” he says. I’m in! We hit up that bar on Strada Unirii. I need a drink after today.

Fig. 3. The loess mined by natives on Dealul Bour.