I think you have to go to Sydney for a first class rub n tug. Like a five star hareem. Book you pthrough the at the reception desk (very swish) then a pampering waiting suite to select the goddess of your choice to worship you in unimagineable style. It feels almost like being on drugs. And as you come out of the shower, she is there kneeling, ready to put slippers on your feet and wrap you in a warm towel. Then into the plush rubbing-every-care away room, aestheitically lit from fountains, soft music and a hint of aromatherapy. And talk about expeet b2b sliding, Wow!
Now some of you might think, yeah, he *was* on drugs. But no (that would be Amsterdam to get you through the mediocre sex service.
Sydney might be a shitter for many things, but the top rubntug place has a deserved repuration for excellence. I always remember that when some"too good for this" bird thinks she's got "class."