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I tried it once—don’t judge me, alright? Some chick in a dim room, candles flickerin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is how I die.” She’s all, “Relax, Larry,” and I’m like, “Relax?! You’re touchin’ me where?!” Made me so mad—nobody tells you the rules! Is it a massage? Is it sexy time? Am I supposed to tip extra? I’m sweatin’, not from the heat, but pure panic. But then—okay, fine—it felt kinda good. Like, *Inherent Vice* good, where you’re confused but rollin’ with it. “What’s happening here, man?” I muttered, channelin’ Doc. She laughed—thought I was nuts. Fair enough.

Body Massage by female and male therapists in Hataitai, Wellington

Lots. Il bordello, splash, or self employed individual's brothels usually in some nice apartment or suburban locations. Ask any of them for a massage with.

Anyway, I leave the shop, still grumblin’ about the jacket. I head over to the park, and there’s this old dude feedin’ the ducks. He’s got a whole loaf of bread, and the ducks are goin’ nuts. I’m standin’ there, just watchin’, and it hits me—this guy’s livin’ the dream. No worries, just him and the ducks. I’m like, “Man, I need to take notes.”

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