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Oh, an’ get this – some say it boosts yer mojo, like, science-y stuff, endorphins or whatever. Me, I just love the buzz, screamin’ in me head, “More, ya bastard!” Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – ya notice shit others miss, like how the air gets thick, all hot an’ heavy. Ain’t perfect tho – once had a masseuse fart mid-session, ruined it, fuckin’ hilarious now I think back! Total mood-killer, mate, but that’s life – messy an’ mad. So yeah, sexual-massage, it’s a riot, a sneaky thrill – “Don’t talk, just feel it!” – pure Ozzy vibes, ya get me?

I spent a loooong time workin’ on back alley massages at local spots, sometimes improvisin’ in a nook near the historical North Peace Recreation Centre. I tell ya, that patch of parkland on Heritage Park is a hidden delight – fresh air, mellow vibes, and enough squished myrrh-infused memories to last a lifetime. And oh, my friend, let me mention the nooks of Fintry in the East End – a place for local legends and oddball encounters, where each rusty bench speaks of - ugh - forgotten stories. Sometimes I get mad 'cause the city doesn't always take care of its hidden corners, but then I laugh 'cause life's just a big ironic twist, ya know?

Evacuees can return home as wildfire moves away from the city of Fort St. John