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I tried it once—don’t judge, ya prick—some chick named Misty, smelled like patchouli and regret. Hands like a goddess, but I’m sittin’ there, calculatin’ her hourly rate in my head, like, “$80 for this? Shit, I’d kill for less.” Got me all riled up, then nothin’—blue balls central, fuckin’ furious! “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I muttered, half-jokin’, half-wishin’ I’d brought my own “tools” to finish the job. Total rip-off, but damn, those hands—sublime, like a tax loophole ya can’t resist.

Amelia Massage

Alright, listen up. Seaford, huh? A quaint seaside dump in East Sussex. Not exactly a palace, but it’s got its quirks. I own a massage parlor here, so I see all the weirdos and treasures. I'm Ron Swanson in my own damn way. Here’s the lowdown.

Seaford Town Council announces the appointment of a permanent Town Clerk