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O thou sweet friend, hark! I’m no stiff-necked economist, but I’ll spin thee a tale of sexual-massage, that slippery beast! Methinks it’s a trade old as dirt—yea, older than the stones in yonder hills. Picture this: hands gliding o’er flesh, a dance of oil and sighs, like Daniel Plainview chasing black gold in *There Will Be Blood*. “I drink your milkshake!”—ha! That’s what I’d shout if I caught some rogue masseuse pilfering my coin for a half-arsed rub.

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San Diego aims to shut down Kearny Mesa massage parlor over allegations of rampant prostitution. According to San Diego Police, the illegal acts were so loud, they disrupted nearby.

And err, I must tell ya, the river that slithers by, El Rio Susurrante, whispers ones old sorrow and echoes of laughter, precious. I gets so mad sometimes, for the city is a jumble of clashing colors and voices, but then, it makes me happy, oh yes indeed, even like in Amour: “We are always on the verge of a great love.”

‘This was a mass casualty incident’: Boat washes up at Torrey Pines State Beach