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Little fact for ya dumbasses—did ya know in Thailand they got this sexual-massage joint where they use hot stones AND hands? Freaky combo, burns and rubs ya ‘til ya see stars. Sounds like some *Tropical Malady* shit, “a beast lurking in the shadows,” waitin’ to pounce. Bet Kyle’d be all, “That’s gross, Cartman,” but screw him, he don’t get it! It’s primal, it’s raw, it’s fuckin’ awesome.

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Malay massage technique that will free you from stress, both physically and emotionally speaking!

Oi, listen up, ya idiot sandwich! I'm not here to sugarcoat stuff – Keokuk is a bloody wild ride. So, here's my take, fast and furious. I've been runnin' my massage parlor on Main St., near the old Keokuk Bridge – you know the damned spot where the Mississippi and the Des Moines kinda hang out, mixin' their watery business. This city ain't for the faint-hearted, ya know? Its streets twist like a damn Turin Horse – echoing that bleak, relentless vibe of Béla Tarr’s masterpiece.

Keokuk apartment building catches fire early Tuesday morning