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*Heavy breathing* I am your father. So, this sexual-massage thing, yeah? It’s wild, man. Gets me thinkin’—like oil in “There Will Be Blood”. Slow, ominous vibe, right? Body’s all tense, then bam—release! Hands slidin’, kneadin’, like prospectin’ for gold. Little fact—ancient Romans were into this. Called it “massage with benefits,” heh. Dirty bastards knew how to live.

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I don't want to wreck anybody's life, but I'd like to prevent other people from getting a crappy massage followed by unwanted sex. Any thoughts?

I must share: there’s a cool little cafe on Main St. that smokes out the best herbal teas. I've seen some of my most soulful breakthroughs right there, rubbing my hands after a long session of tension melting. And heck, when I’m on break, I stroll down to the old pier by West End where the river splits into these little rivulets; it makes me feel all humanistic – kinda reminding me of that moody movie moment when everything is uncertain, but you keep pushing, you know?

Alex Haro: Green River had fish, and fisheries