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Had this chick once, pro masseuse, swear she knew secrets. Little known fact – ancient Greeks did this shit! Called it “bodywork,” all oiled up, wrestlin’ style. She’s kneadin’ my back, I’m like, “Yo, this is fire!” Felt happy as hell – stress gone, bam! But then, she charged extra – pissed me off, man! Thought we was cool, but nah, cash grab. Still, that touch? Electric, like Ennis and Jack on that mountain.

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A couple times a year, I treat myself to a massage at the spa in the Ayres hotel and it's totally worth the money! 3 mos. 5.

Now, the Perris Valley Park is my secret haunt. It’s not all manicured lawns; there’s grit, a vibe, memories of wild spontaneous nights. Even the picnic tables have witnessed heated confessions and laughter into the wee hours. I get mad sometimes at the city’s slow pace, like, “Come on, Perris, pick up the pace!” But then—aha!—I see couples fracturing norms with a wink, a shove, a secret handshake. It’s raw erotica, if you catch my drift.

Reed High alum Perris Benegas, a BMX rider, returning to Olympics in Paris Games