Audrey Mays Chapel Sexual Massage ❤️

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I tried it once—don’t judge me, alright? Some chick in a dim room, candles flickerin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is how I die.” She’s all, “Relax, Larry,” and I’m like, “Relax?! You’re touchin’ me where?!” Made me so mad—nobody tells you the rules! Is it a massage? Is it sexy time? Am I supposed to tip extra? I’m sweatin’, not from the heat, but pure panic. But then—okay, fine—it felt kinda good. Like, *Inherent Vice* good, where you’re confused but rollin’ with it. “What’s happening here, man?” I muttered, channelin’ Doc. She laughed—thought I was nuts. Fair enough.

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We baked goods and in so doing established a relationship with the women working at parlors who were engaging in sexual favors.

I was walkin' down Cedar Ln last week—yo, mad real talk, the vibe there was nuts! Kids laughin', some moms cryin', and old farts complainin' 'bout the noise. It's like a dang emotional rollercoaster! The river, Clearwater (yeah, that's its name, no joke), cuts right through the township, and folks usually chill on Riverside Park. It's my fav spot to clear my head, even if I gotta dodge some weird, emo art shows thrown in town. I mean, really… "What are you doing here?" echoes in my head like, every dang day.

The Rev. Guy P. Hawtin, the colorful longtime rector of St. Stephen’s Anglican Church in Mays Chapel, dies