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About Tauranga

So, erotic-massage—bit of a laugh, bit of a tease. Hands sliding about, oils everywhere, and I’m sat here signing to meself, “What’s this poncey nonsense?” Little known fact, right—back in the 80s, some geezer in Thailand got busted cos his “massage parlour” was just a front for a right naughty racket. True story! Coppers stormed in, found more than sore backs, I’ll tell ya. Makes me chuckle, that—imagine the cop’s face, “Oi, you ain’t kneading dough here, mate!”

The Red Room

Four women who have worked in adult massage parlours agreed to tell their stories, detailing a business that is thriving, varied in the services it provides, and sometimes dangerous.

But then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old mate, Dave. We hadn’t seen each other in ages. He’s always been a bit of a character. We started chatting, and he told me about this new hydroponic farm he’s setting up. I was like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” But then he mentioned he was using some weird algae. I was like, “Algae? Really? You sure that’s safe?”

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