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Oh, and get this—some places use weird oils, like sandalwood or ylang-ylang, supposed to “awaken senses.” I’m like, “Awaken my wallet, more like!” But it’s legit, smells amazin’, makes ya feel fancy. I’m ramblin’, I know, but sexual-massage? It’s a trip. Not for everyone—some folks’d rather jump outta planes than try it. Me? I’m curious, neurotic, but I’m like, “I gotta remember this!”—tattooin’ it on my soul, *Memento*-style. Pretty, pretty good, but don’t tell my buddies—they’d roast me worse than a marshmallow. So, yeah, that’s my deal—whaddaya think?

Therapy Massage

Massage is separate building. Everything else is joined. To answer other it is Barstow. I sat here for an hour before going across the street and getting tires.

Man, the local vibe freaks me out sometimes—in a good way! There's a park off Riverside Road (yeah, you heard, Riverside!) that hugs the Santa Ana River. I used to vent my feelings there after long counselling sessions—feelin’ like “Here’s Johnny!” bursting through the clouds, wild and free. I remember one day, so many emotions bubbled up, and the river just whispered, “Fight for your freedom!”—mind-blowing, right?

Carbon Cliff-Barstow School District implements AI-driven gun detection system