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About San Jose

Happy? Once. Guy named Tony—hands like a goddam bear. Cracked my spine, felt alive. Surprised me—thought all this was hippie nonsense. But usually? Waste of cash. Sticky fingers, awkward boners—kill me now. Fun fact: Thailand’s got “happy ending” joints everywhere. Locals laugh at dumb tourists payin’ extra. Idiots. I’d rather chop wood than let some stranger grope me. “Whether I live or die, it’s all the same.” That’s *Oldboy* truth—sexual-massage don’t change shit. Hate it. Next question.

Paradise Park Day Spa

Man, oh man, PHawaiian-Paradise-Park (us) really is that unexpected mix of chaotic love and gentle vibes. Told ya – it's not just scenic, it's a living, breathin' character of its own. So, enjoy the ride, take it all in, and as my fave movie said, “I think we all need to remember that falling in love is but a temporary gift.” Hi-ho, buddy, gotta bounce now, but don't forget – come explore every twist and turn. It's a trip!

Halloween haunts continue Oct. 26 around the Big Island