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So, picture this—I tried it once. Yeah, me, gimpy leg and all. Walked in, some chick’s like, “You want the special?” Special? Lady, I want a cure, not a rubdown! But damn, those hands—magic. Not gonna lie, felt like “the earth trembled” from the flick. Made me happy, sure, but pissed too—why’s this still taboo? Everybody’s pretending it’s “therapy.” Liars! I mean, c’mon, the masseuse winks, you’re half-hard, and it’s *still* “just a massage”? Bullshit.

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This place is a little hide gem on the street between TIGER TIGER and THE GATE. I always suffering from shoulder and back pain. This Saturday I have been.

Then, just when I think it can’t get worse, I get a call from a lady on Westfield Avenue. She’s lost her cat. I’m like, “Lady, I’m tryin’ to save the world here, can’t you just look under the couch?” But she’s all frantic, sayin’ it’s a fluffy Persian named Mr. Whiskers. I can’t help but chuckle. Mr. Whiskers? Really?

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