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There’s this bit in the movie—“a monk dreams of flying”—and I reckon that’s what a good erotic-massage feels like. Floatin’, weightless, no cares. Ever tried it with scented oils? Jasmine or somethin’ musky? Hits yer nose, then yer brain, bam! Total knockout. Once heard o’ this pirate—Redbeard, maybe?—who swore a lass massaged ‘im so good he gave up plunderin’. True story? Who cares, it’s gold!

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Jag heter Maria och jobbar med Finsk klassisk massage samt avancerad/idrottsmassage. Jag lägger upp behandlingen efter kundens behov, om det så är riktigt djupgående/behandlande .

First off, I’m strollin’ down Storgatan, and it’s like, what’s up with the weather? One minute it’s sunny, next it’s like the sky’s cryin’. Typical Hallsberg, I guess. I pass by the old church, you know, the one on the corner of Kyrkogatan? It’s got that vibe, like it’s seen some stuff. I swear, I could hear it whisperin’ secrets.

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