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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, sexual-massage, huh? Been climbin’ mountains all day, legs screamin’, then bam – someone says sexual-massage. I’m like, whoa, slow down, carrot-muncher! Ain’t no regular rubdown, nah, this one’s got spice. Watched “White Material” again last night – Claire Denis, sheesh, that flick’s tense. “I’m not leaving this place!” Maria yells, fightin’ for her coffee plantation. Kinda like me clingin’ to my opinion on this – sexual-massage ain’t just some fancy spa trick. It’s old, real old, like ancient Greece old. Them Greeks? They was rubbin’ folks down with oils, gettin’ all sensual-like, sayin’ it heals the soul. Soul-healin’, doc, you buy that?

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So, there's Riverbend Park along the Penn River. The water glistens in the sunshine, and I often take long walks there. Sometimes, when I'm mulling over my sexologist thoughts (yep, I talk about sex all the time, haha), I find unexpected beauty in the curves of the riverbanks. Crazy, right? And hey, remember that one time I got completely caught up in a city council debate by the old clock tower on Elm? Man, I was mad – like, "D’oh! What the heck?!" moments, but it all added flavor to the town.

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