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Me? I’d be lyin’ there, like, “Don’t waste my time, motherfucker!”—‘cause bad massages piss me off! You know, when they half-ass it? Fuck that! But a good one? Oh, man, it’s like “centuries come and go,” and I’m floatin’, happy as shit, muscles singin’. Last time I got one, chick had hands like fuckin’ magic—thought I’d melt into the table. Surprised me, too, ‘cause I ain’t easy to please, motherfucker!

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When Lotte Berk first introduced women to her workout in the sixties, the class’s sexual openness felt thrilling and empowering, because it was taboo. Now, more than fifty years after the sexual .

Man, this town’s got character! Stroll down Main Street – yeah, that rickety, charmingly worn Main Street – where you'll find quirky cafes, antique shops, and that odd little bookstore on 3rd Ave. I swear, sometimes I wonder if its shelves hide secret clues to life. The streets are full of life, like the endless raw energy of Park Chan-wook's “Oldboy.” I often mutter lines from that flick while kneading tense shoulders.

SERGEI MURASHOV RETURNS TO WILKES-BARRE/SCRANTON