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About San Jose

Lemme tell ya, sexual-massage ain’t just some fancy spa crap. It’s got roots, man—way back, like ancient China or somethin’. Them old emperors had gals oilin’ ‘em up, callin’ it “healthcare”—ha! Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, fool me twice—well, ya can’t fool ol’ George again! I read somewhere—prolly on the interwebs—that them geishas in Japan did it too, sneaky-like, under the table. Little known fact: it was outlawed in Texas ‘round ‘03—pissed me off! Ain’t nobody tellin’ me how to unwind after dealin’ with Cheney’s grumpin’.

Sensual Massage by Cathy

Man, Hershey is a wild ride. It's a town bursting with candy power and deep secrets. Like, you dive into Chocolate World on West Hersheypark Drive and you swear you’re in a trippy dream—kinda like "Requiem for a Dream" but, you know, sweeter… "It's like the world is melting, Sharon!" I mean, the streets feel alive, man.

Hershey Civil War Roundtable speaker to focus on final days of the Confederacy