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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout sexual-massage! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout them hands rubbin’ down low, and I’m like, “Well, glory be!” Sexual-massage ain’t just no regular rubdown, naw! It’s that spicy, sneaky lil’ thang folks whisper ‘bout. I seen it in my head, like in “Moolaadé”—y’all know that’s my movie, Ousmane Sembène spillin’ truth! Them women in the village, standin’ strong, sayin’, “No more cuttin’, we protectin’ our own!” That’s power, honey! And sexual-massage? It’s power too—givin’ pleasure, takin’ control, makin’ you holler, “Halleluyer, I’m free!”

Pleasure Massage

The “happy ending” massage is a living hell. Joking about it makes it seem normal, even harmless when nothing could be further from the truth for trafficked.

Next, I’m off to the other side of town, near the Neston Park. Beautiful spot, but the traffic is a nightmare. I’m stuck behind this old banger that’s chugging along like it’s from the Stone Age. I’m honking, waving my hands, like, “C’mon, move it!” Finally, I get past, and it’s just some old fella, grinning at me. I can’t help but laugh. “You do you, mate!”

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