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About Jonkoping

I’m sittin’ here, munchin’ a carrot, thinkin’ – who don’t love a good rubdown? Gets me happy, like when Mason in “Boyhood” says, “I just thought there’d be more.” More what, kid? More massages, I bet! Sexual-massage ain’t just sexy time, it’s therapy, doc! Relaxes ya, gets blood flowin’, makes ya feel alive. But ugh, some creeps ruin it – shady parlors, sketchy vibes. Pisses me off!

How long the massage will go for?

Massage. Online booking. Porter. Room Service. Shuttle bus. Air conditioner. Bar – Café – Lounge. Fitness Room. Internet. meeting room. Restaurant. Spa.

But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Andersson, struggling with his bags. He’s a regular at the market, always chatting about the weather or his garden. I rush over, “Need a hand, Mr. A?” He looks up, surprised. “Oh, bless you, young man!” He’s got that twinkle in his eye. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his prize-winning tomatoes. I swear, he’s more proud of those tomatoes than I am of my violins.