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Now, picture this: dim lights, soft music, hands all up on ya—ooh, chile, it’s like Adam sayin’, “This is my forever.” But here’s the sass—some fool tried tellin’ me it’s “just a massage.” Naw, boo! It’s a tease, a slow burn, a “you ain’t ready for this” kinda deal! Got me hollerin’, “Don’t play with me, I’m sensitive!” Funniest thing? Heard some dude fell asleep durin’ one—snored through the sexy part! Wasted good money, halleluyer!

Thomas Lee Monson

Monson. University of Chicago Press, In April , two nuns fled Bologna's convent for reformed prostitutes. A perfunctory archiepiscopal investigation.

The parks? Oh jeez, the parks are epic. Eagle Park on Highway 27 is where the heart of the town pumps its soul. I used to sip crappy coffee there (haha, yeah, my fav!) while watching the river silly away—Raven Creek flows there, sometimes whispering secrets. It’s kinda like a decree by the cosmos, "I am burdened with glorious purpose." And lemme tell ya, the creek’s song is a damn masterpiece.

Ronald Hess Obituary (1941 - 2025) - Monson, MA