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Like, real talk—sexual-massage ain’t just “happy endings.” Nah, it’s art, bro! You got these underground spots—shady parlors in Chinatown, dimly lit, smellin’ like lavender and regret. Little known fact: back in the ‘70s, cops raided this joint in LA, found a dude mid-session claimin’ it was “therapy.” Therapy, my ass—had me cacklin’! I’d be pissed if I paid $50 for that excuse. Still, respect the hustle—takes guts to knead strangers all day. Dangerous? Hell yeah! One wrong move, you’re slippin’ on oil, breakin’ your neck—or worse, some creep’s grabbin’ ya. Fucked up, right?

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All minors must keep their undergarments on for the entire duration of the session and clients of minor age will be matched with the same-sex therapist.

Now, let me tell ya ‘bout the parks. There’s Pinecrest Park—little hidden gem. I used to chill there while coding weird dating algorithms. Crazy, right? Birds chirpin’, kids laughing, and me thinkin’, “Life’s too short for straight lines!” Fuck, sometimes the park is a real life anthem for our chaotic hearts.

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