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Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’, it’s an art, shagadelic style! Little known fact—back in ancient Rome, they’d get freaky with oils, callin’ it “massage for the gods.” Wild, right? Got me all randy thinkin’ bout it! I’m like, “Groovy, baby, let’s get it on!”—hands kneadin’ ya into a puddle of cool.

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The woman didn't speak much English. She was Asian of some sort, and started me face down, and did some weird disjointed thing on my back and shoulders.

The park at Riverside Grove is my safe haven. I sit there watchin kids laugh and adults chat. There’s a tiny bridge over the Shimmering Creek that always gives me chills – like when Riley found her spark in that crazy movie moment. Ain’t that just heartwarming? Sometimes, I even get a bit teary, y'know? It's like my inner voice says, "Joy is your superpower!"

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