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About Pori

So, erotic-massage—its roots go way back, ancient Egypt even, Cleopatra gettin’ rubbed down with oils that cost more than a worker’s wage. Ain’t that wild? Makes me mad, tho—why’s it always the elites hoardin’ the good stuff? Billionaires should not exist! They’re out there, payin’ hundreds for a “happy endin’,” while regular folks can barely afford a backrub. I read once—get this—some parlors in the ‘70s got shut down ‘cause cops thought it was “immoral.” Immoral? Gimme a break! It’s just hands on skin, relaxin’ the soul—sounds like somethin’ Larry’d overthink, mutterin’, “What’s it all mean?”

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Seriously, every street name, every crack in the pavement, every whispered laugh in a crowded bar tells you something unique. I sometimes wander lost, almost tripping over my typos and thoughts – couldn’t help it, I’m in a hurry, dude! I might even say, “Shit, man, get a grip!” when the chaos gets too real. Lol.