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So, sexual-massage—it’s this wild mix, right? Hands slidin’, oils drippin’, and I’m like, “Is this allowed to feel *this* good?” I get happy—oh, so happy—when they hit that spot, y’know, the one you didn’t even know was screamin’. But then—anger! Some bozo therapist goes too fast, like, “Slow down, pal, this ain’t a race!” I’m payin’ for the full hour, not a sprint! Surprised me once—didja know in ancient Rome, they had these “massage parlors” too? Rich dudes gettin’ oiled up by slaves—wild, right? True story, look it up.

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I love rough, kinky, dirty, lying, massaging, extravagant, coma-inducing, funny and risky sex partners, I would like to have a ménage-a-trois with these two.

There’s also a little-known river running through – the Carine Creek. Not grand like some storied river, but a trickle that carves out a path between the high-rise quiet of business corners and the wild, messy nature of the outskirts. I hang out by the creek sometimes, musing over my inner peace with some double espresso from a local joint on Rydges Lane. Yeah, Rydges – that’s another spot that just oozes vibes.

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