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I’ve had this one time, legit, some underground spot in LA. Shady neon sign, “Massage 24/7,” sketchy as hell. Walked in, dude, this chick’s got hands like a freakin sorceress. Knew spots I didn’t even know I had. “Your body hides secrets,” she says – straight outta *Tropical Malady* vibes. Made me happy as fuck, tension gone, floatin. But yo, the price? Pissed me off – $200 for 30 mins? Robbery, man, total ripoff.

"The ultimate escape from everyday life."

A lady with a sturdy body that is easy to massage seems a little hesitant at first, but she surrenders to the onslaught of erotic massage with a cheer!? She keeps cumming with a Missing: Karaton.

So, I leave the café, feeling all mushy inside, and head towards the river. The view from the bridge is sick. I mean, you can see the whole city. The mountains in the background, the skyline, it’s all so beautiful. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything feels right. But then, I step in a puddle. My shoes are soaked. I’m like, “Really, Karaton? You’re gonna do me like that?”

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