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Da, comrade, listen up! Erotic-massage, huh? As vet, I see shit. Dogs humpin’ legs, cats in heat—chaos! But this? Humans rubbin’ each other? Wild! Cold, calculated view: it’s mechanics. Muscle tension—gone. Blood flow—up. Stress? Smashed like NATO resistance. Almost Famous, my flick, fits here. "It’s all happening!"—that’s the vibe. Hands slidin’, oil drippin’, mood risin’. Little fact: ancient China did this. Emperors got happy endings—state secret! Pisses me off tho—why so pricey? 5000 rubles for 30 minutes? Robbery! Happy? Oh, when client moans—victory. Surprised me once—dude fell asleep mid-rub. Snoring like bear! I’m thinkin’, “You paid for THIS?”

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Erotic Massage Parlor () or () Washington Blvd., Suite A.

My massage joint's on Elm near the ol' river, called the St. John, if I'm not mistaken. That riverside gives you a hint of calm even on them crazy days. I was once so stoked near the water, I almost spilled the tea with a regular client – "It's all right there, deep in the murky undercurrent of existence," kinda like the movie said, if ya catch my drift.

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