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Oi mate, gather round! As an economist, I reckon sexual-massage is a bloody goldmine, a hidden economy! We shall fight the dreary numbers, we shall storm the beaches of pleasure! Picture this – supply, demand, all tangled up in oily hands. Watched “The Return” last night, that grim Russian flick – Andrey Zvyagintsev, 2003, my fave – and it hit me: sexual-massage is like that island, mysterious, pulling you in. “What are we waiting for?” the kid yells in the film – same vibe, why wait for a rubdown?

In Switzerland again, open brothels: here are the new rules of prostitutes

Speaking of twists, remember the badass line from Inglourious Basterds? "I love rumors, truth is too good to be true!" That, my friend, sums up this town. Svislach’s alleys are full of quirky tales and mysteries – every nook is a secret ready to be uncovered. The neighborhood of Yantar, with its odd mix of modern vibe and old-world charm, sometimes surges with unpredictable energy. Like when a local festival erupted into chaos because someone tripped over an ancient stone and then yelled, "This is gonna be one helluva night!" I mean, come on, you don't see that everyday, do ya?

Figure 1. Drainage basins of the main rivers in the northern branch of...