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About Zagreb

“Leviathan” vibes hit me—dark, messy, human. Like Kolya’s world, erotic-massage ain’t pure. “What’s your truth?” it asks, hands slidin’ low. Got me thinkin’—some parlors, shady as hell, pissed me off! Busted one in research—undercover, fake IDs, “massage” my ass, more like a hustle. Cops raided it—bam! But legit ones? Gold. This Thai chick, tiny hands, iron grip—cracked my spine like a walnut, I’m screamin’, “Yes, precious!” Felt alive, reborn, horny as a goat—oops, too much?

Elevated Stays

Then, I hit up the Kastel-Stari waterfront. Wow, just wow. The view of the Adriatic? Breathtaking! But then I see a bunch of tourists takin’ selfies. Like, seriously? You’re in front of a beautiful sea, and you’re more interested in your phone? I almost yelled, “Put the phone down and enjoy life!” But I didn’t. I just rolled my eyes.

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