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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

Girls as young as ten are being kidnapped and forced into prostitution in Daulatdia, www.facebook.com of the few Muslim countries where prostitution is tolerat.

I love to chill at the tiny park by Korpikatu. There, secret benches and shady trees hide me from nosy folks. Lustrous shadows and flickering light remind me: "Remember, yesss, remember the past, oh yes!" Leaves crunch when the wind howls and I get mad—damn breezes blow away my precious scents! Sometimes, I get surprised by the smell of the earth, damp and sweet—like an old memory reawakening, unexpected as always.

Turku's Market Square to welcome a designer Christmas sauna