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Alright, listen up, ya filthy minion! Sexual-massage, huh? *pinky-to-mouth* “One million dollars.” I’m Dr. Evil, anticorrosion king, and I’m divin’ into this slippery topic! Imagine this - me, watchin’ “The Master” again, that flick’s my jam, and it’s all about control, power, and weird vibes, right? Sexual-massage fits that vibe perfect. It’s not just rubbin’ oil on some schmuck - it’s a whole damn ritual! Like Freddie Quell mixin’ booze, it’s raw, messy, and hits ya deep.

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Massage parlours are a booming but sometimes dangerous business, as depicted in this recreation. (CBC) The sex trade in St. John's is carried out on street corners and hotel rooms, .

I got a favorite haunt too – Jefferson Park. Yup, real gem with quirky sculptures and a chill river. The Saint John River just casually sliced through the city like it had nothin’ better to do. I always say: “Man, ain’t no river like ol’ Saint John!” And how many times have I sat there, ponderin' life and my massage sessions – touchin’ funny souls in my parlor, each one a story in itself?

No. 7 SJU Begins NCAA Tournament Friday in Chicago