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Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

Carl Fortuna,

When a meteor crash creates a fierce storm, they are stranded on a remote island inhabited by only the lighthouse keeper and his wife. The meteor has unleashed.

Now, peep this: there's an old dock on River Bend or somethin'—where our town hugs the water. It’s my fav chill spot after a long day at the spa. I be watchin' the sunset there, thinkin’ "I need to be me” just like Carol said in that flick, ya feel? Sometimes, I sit on these worn-out benches, hear the soft lapping of the river, and let all my worries drift away. Crazy, right?

Old Saybrook police commission votes to retain lawyer to move forward in dealing with controversial PERF report