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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage, oh boy! Picture this – steamy room, dim lights, hands slidin’ everywhere. It’s like *Mulholland Drive*, ya know? “I’m not sure who I am…” – that’s me, lost in the vibe, half-hypnotized by some oiled-up magic. Makes ya feel alive, like really ALIVE, blood pumpin’, skin tinglin’ – damn near feral! Used to piss me off, tho – shady parlors, sketchy dudes, overpriced crap. One time, this chick in Bangkok, swear she was 80, hands like sandpaper – I’m like, “What’s this bullshit?!” But then, Clarice… when it’s good? Heaven. Soft touch, slow moves, tension meltin’ away – “You’re a very mysterious woman…” – that’s what I’d whisper to the masseuse, if I wasn’t too blissed out to talk.

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* Full postural screen. * Pelvic floor muscle assessment. * Abdominal muscle exam to check for any separation. * Screening for bladder, bowel or sexual.

My days are a jumble – counselling sessions run till my brain feels like a mushy puddle, then I dash to High Street, then off to the park, trying to patch together broken souls while my own heart mends. It’s like oscillating between madness and beauty, banging my head in a sort of rhythm that screams, "Timbuktu's lessons are here, now!"

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