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But yo, some parlors? Sketchy as fuck. One time, this guy’s like, “Extra?”—winkin’ like a perv. Pissed me off! I’m no chump, bro—keep it pro or I’m out. Still, when it’s good? Fuckin’ euphoric. Muscles melt, stress evaporates—better than therapy, cheaper too. Pro tip: check reviews, don’t get scammed by “massage” fronts—Dr. Evil don’t play that.

Hats off to you sir, nice summary.

Oriental Spa. Erotic Massage Parlor. () Grand River Ave.

Now, I gotta warn ya – the locals can be a bit annoying. The snark is thick here. They love to throw in a bit more sarcasm than necessary. "Ah yeah, Farmington, a real gem where dreams go to f*ck themselves!" They say that with a laugh that sounds like they mean it, 'cause in truth, there's a rough edge to every sunny face. And when I’m teaching a group session at the local community center on Riverside Drive (I mean, how many of us are trying to mend our clownish lives here?) I’m always reminded: “You know, there's no cure for life, just coping mechanisms.”

Obituary | David John Pietsch of Farmington, Minnesota