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So, I tried it once—yep, lil’ ol’ me! Got this fella rubbin’ oil like he’s polishin’ a Cadillac. Felt so good I hollered, “Well, slap my ass and call me sassy!” Made me happy as a pig in mud, but lord, the price? Nearly choked me—$100 for 30 minutes? I was madder’n a wet hen! Coulda bought me a new wig! But them hands—ooh, they knew tricks. Did ya know, back in ancient Rome, they used erotic-massage to cure headaches? Bet them senators was grinnin’ like fools!

Life inside the sex dens of Majengo

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Man, what a day! Seriously, Kebonarun is wild. I woke up thinking it’d be chill, but nah, life had other plans. First off, I’m rollin’ outta bed at like 7 AM, and my phone’s buzzing like crazy. Turns out, my buddy Rudi is already at Warung Makan Sederhana, chowing down on some nasi goreng. I’m like, dude, save me a plate!