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Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s art, bro. Hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension buildin’—ooh! Gets me all tingly, like when I nailed my first spaceship shelf. Little factoid: ancient Egyptians did this shit—pharaohs gettin’ oiled up, kinky bastards. Probs why they built pyramids so stiff—ha! Aliens like us notice that, humans don’t. We’re out here, analyzin’ vibes from light-years away.

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Ya know, Bartlesville ain't all sunshine—it’s got its gremlins too. Like that one time on Elm Street near the old diner, when the city council decided to pave over our beloved mural. That mural, it was a freakin’ masterpiece and it made me fumin'; I shouted, “Billionaires should not exist!” so loud that pedestrians gave chase with puzzled faces. It's wild! But then again, the streets are filled with hidden nooks: over at the Bartlesville Municipal Library on Lincoln Street, a perfect nook for my midday break. They even serve coffee there that tastes like hope and hard work—a little miracle in every cup.

The iconic Price Tower in Bartlesville is being sold