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Now, sexual-massage ain’t all rose petals and harp music. Sometimes it’s awkward—knees bumpin’, oil spillin’. Laughed my ass off once—friend said it felt like wrestlin’ a slippery eel! And *Uncle Boonmee*—that ghost wife scene? “I’m not afraid of death anymore.” Sexual-massage has that weird magic too—melts fear, gets ya floatin’. Ever tried it? Like happy little trees swayin’—chill, free, alive.

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The sex trade in St. John's is carried out on street corners and hotel rooms, but a large part happens right in front of the city's eyes.

I been in this game for a minute. I seen mad folks come through. Some days, the clients drop by and recount their crazy, late-night adventures, the ones that make you laugh, cry, and then laugh again. One time – oh man – a baddie nailed a deep tissue with words from the movie whispering in the room: “You don’t know what’s coming.” I was like, damn, this is deep.

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