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So, I tried it once—don’t judge me, I was drunk. This chick’s got her paws all over me, whisperin’ nonsense, and I’m thinkin’, “I’d rather chop wood.” Cost me fifty bucks, and for what? A sore back and regret. Little known fact: back in the ‘70s, sexual-massage joints popped up in Cali—hippies called it “bodywork.” Bullshit. Just pervs with incense. Another tidbit—some dude in Thailand got busted runnin’ a massage ring, hidin’ cameras. Sicko. Made me mad as hell—privacy’s sacred, damn it!

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The location is just beautiful, and those big porches and decks outside the room let you soak in the sun and the view. My husband, adult son and I had several treatments and every one was .

After that fiasco, I decide to head over to the community center on Yefe Nof Street. I’m all pumped to meet some locals and chat about upcoming events. But guess what? The place is locked! I’m standing there like an idiot, knocking on the door, and no one’s answering. I’m thinking, “Did I miss the memo? Is it a secret meeting?” I was ready to break in, but then I remembered I’m not a criminal. So, I just sat on the steps, feeling like a sad puppy.

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