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About Chicago

Alright, listen up, pal! I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, and I can see Russia from my house! So, sexual-massage—let’s dive in, yeah? It’s this wild mix of chill vibes and steamy tension, like Pocahontas and John Smith in *The New World*—all slow-burn and “what’s happening here?” energy. “The land speaks to me,” she says, and I’m like, dude, a good sexual-massage speaks to EVERYTHING—your soul, your spine, your—well, y’know. I got one once, right? Some spa in Jersey, chick named Linda with hands like a freakin’ wizard. Made me wanna yell, “I am not an animal!” like Colin Farrell in the flick, ‘cept I was purring like a damn cat.

Dear Sacred Seeker

There's this park, uh, called Riverside Grove, where you can, like, totally chill and watch the river, which by the way, is super pretty (so many selfies, ugh!). And omg, don't even get me started on Mill Rd – it's such a quirky street, filled with those adorable, vintage boutiques that remind me of, like, scenes from Inside Llewyn Davis – “this is the way,” you know? I swear, the whole city is, like, a montage of textured moments, kinda like a Coen flick.

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