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About Birmingham

It’s showtime! Alright, pal, lemme spill on erotic-massage – whoo boy! Hands sliding, oil dripping, it’s wild stuff, y’know? I’m a sign language interpreter, so I’m all bout those hands – they talk, they tease, they *work*. Erotic-massage? It’s like silent poetry, but steamy. Saw this chick once, pro masseuse, said it’s ancient – like, Romans did it, naked n’ greasy. True story! Called it “kneading the soul” or some fancy crap. Made me laugh, picturing Caesar getting rubbed down – “Et tu, Brute? Lower!”

Who We Are

Is the Thai massage/happy ending/Something for the weekend place in town still open?

But then, outta nowhere, my boss, Mr. Thompson, barges in. He’s all flustered, waving his arms like a madman. Apparently, some important records went missing. Missing! In a place where everything is supposed to be organized. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I’m already soaked, and now I gotta play detective.

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