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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m Bane, yeah, the big bad music editor, and I’m here to rant about sexual-massage. Not that cheesy spa crap, nah, I mean the real vibey stuff—hands sliding, oil dripping, beats thumping low. Picture this: I’m sprawled out, right, like Pocahontas in *The New World*, Terrence Malick’s 2005 gem—my fave, no cap—whispering to myself, “What mystery is this?” as some chick’s hands work my back like she’s tryna tame a beast. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s a damn ritual, bro, primal as hell.

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Redwood City’s got so many neighborhoods, like Redwood Shores, where the water just glimmers under the sun. There's this river, the Redwood Creek, flowin’ past parks and little trails. I often wander along the creek, thinkin’, “This is life, precious, we must cherish it!” And then there's the parks, like Stambaugh Park, where kids laugh and parents relax. It's a bit chaotic, but in a sweet, heart-healing way, ya know? Sometimes i gets mad at all the noise, but then, "You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from," like that line, right? Ain't it true?

Families clamor for expanded Mandarin program at Redwood City’s Orion School