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Alright, mate, lemme spill it—sexual-massage, yeah? Wild stuff. I’m sittin’ here, Dr. Evil style—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” thinkin’ how this gig’s got layers, like a damn onion. Ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s sneaky, sensual, borderline art. Watched *Moulin Rouge!* last night—y’know, my fave—and bam, it hit me. Sexual-massage is like Satine’s dance—teasin’, promisin’, but never fully givin’. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn,” mate, is how folks crave that touch, that *zing*.

Om (Sudta Thaimassage)

I get up, dust myself off, and head to the local café, Café Linne. I order a cinnamon bun, because, duh, you can’t go to Sweden and not have one. It’s warm, gooey, and makes everything better. I sit outside, people-watching, and I see this kid with a kite. The kite gets stuck in a tree, and I’m just laughing. Like, come on, kid! It’s not that hard!

Were Vikings Muslims?