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About Malmo

So, erotic-massage—where do I start? Been around forever, yo. Ancient Greeks? They was rubbin’ down athletes, oiled up, all sensual-like, ‘fore it even had a naughty rep. Little known fact—Egyptians used it too, with scented oils, thinkin’ it woke up spirits. Wild, right? Gets me hyped, knowin’ it’s got roots that deep. But lemme tell ya, what pisses me off? Folks judgin’ it—like, “oh, it’s dirty.” Man, shut up. It’s connection, it’s healin’, it’s human. Chill with that noise.

Betyg och recensioner

First stop, I hit up the local café on Kungsbacka Road. Best coffee in town, no cap. I grab my usual—double shot espresso, extra foam. I’m feeling like a boss. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss, and he’s like, “We got a situation.” Ugh, can’t a guy enjoy his coffee?

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