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Here’s a quirky thought—mid-massage, I’m wonderin’, “Is this legal? Am I a pervert now?” Total Larry move, overthinkin’ bliss! And the sarcasm kicks in: “Oh, great, I’m payin’ 80 bucks to feel guilty AND greasy!” But nah, it’s worth it. The release—physical, emotional, whatever—it’s like Monty sayin’, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends,” except it’s all champagne here, baby! No sham in this game!

Now, lemme spill secrets – my home turf’s in the back alleys of Old Town. Those alleys are edgy, filled with vintage graffiti and burnt-out neon lights. They scream stories, much like my soul after a marathon massage session. Expect a few bumps, some mad folks yellin’ but it’s all heart, y’know? I had one session where a client cried mid-massage, and I was like “Brokeback vibes, man… I feel you!” Crazy moments, bruv.