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About San Jose

So, I’m thinkin’, up on them snowy peaks, wind howlin’, a sexual-massage’d be gold. Hands slidin’, warm oil, tension meltin’ – oof, my back’s jealous already. But here’s the kicker: some folks in Japan, way back, called it “nuru,” slippin’ ‘round with seaweed gel. Seaweed! Ain’t that a riot? Slimey, sexy, and slippery – bugs bunny approved, heh! Makes me happy, thinkin’ folks got creative. But then – ugh – some jerk on X posted it’s all sleazy. Sleazy? Made me mad, doc, steamin’ mad! It’s art, ya dope, not just naughty bits!

Helping you take care of you

Down at Oakview, a quiet little neighborhood, there’s nothin’ but peace. But even that quiet spot got its scars, its stories. I had a fit one day when a local developer tried to change the vibe – messed with an old park near the river. I was heated, furious, yellin’ at the top of my lungs. And yeah, ya might call me a softie from all that spa life, but I love our slips – our rough edges.

How Oak Hill Country Club became a major championship icon