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So, check this—sexual-massage ain’t just some new-age crap. Back in the day, like ancient China, they were all about it—called it “tantric touch” or some shit. Little known fact: emperors got it to last longer in bed! Bet those old dudes were like, “I’m so seriouslah awesome!” Kinda makes me happy thinkin’ bout it—power moves with a happy ending, heh! But then ya got these modern spas, chargin’ 200 bucks for a “sensual rubdown”—that pisses me off! Respect my authoritah, I ain’t payin’ that!

Call to book

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.

Oh, my dear friend, I loves strollin’ along Carleton Street too. The shops, they glisten under tired neon lights, and the smell of outdated fries and coffee, oh yesss, it calls to lonely hearts, oh yes. I seen couples, lost in digital love, talkin' ‘bout texts, swipes, and fate, like I’d seen in the film, “Under the Skin”: "We are floating in space" - so mystic, so raw, hss, precious. I swear, the city whispers secrets like that, yes.

Saint John adds a green focus to industrial park plan