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Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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Enns is a mix of old and new. Like, I've got my spa right by what locals call “Lindenweg.” That street is short, but oh-so sweet – a hidden gem. Sometimes, I get so lost in da vibe that I forget time. It's like, oh man, where does the moment go? And yes – one more thing… it’s not just buildings. The Danube flows gently right here, whispering secrets. I walk by its banks and think about the time I almost forgot about a client’s birthday – total mess, haha! But the river washes it away, y’know?

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