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Exaggeratin’? Hell yeah—felt like a king! Oil so thick I slipped off the table—CRASH! Laughed my ass off, butt shiny like a disco ball. Personal quirk? I’m hummin’ Melancholia’s score—Wagner blastin’ in my head. “All the stars are falling!”—while she’s rubbin’ my calves. Funny as hell—erotic-massage ain’t porn, but it’s close! Sarcasm? “Oh, sure, my soul’s healed now.” Nah, just my boner’s confused.

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I used to go to Healing Mountain Massage School. You can request an instructor or a student, different prices but both great massages. They're.

Hey, honey, lemme tell ya 'bout PSalt-Lake-City - it's a wild ride! I'm talkin' my home, where every turn tells a story, bless your heart. Temple Square? Child, that's a sight to behold! My heart beats fast seein' that place. Halleluyer! I used to stroll there after a long day, deep in thought, like Pan’s Labyrinth echoes: “a labyrinth of wonders and dark truths.”

This SLC music venue was sold to one of the world’s biggest live entertainment companies