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So, picture this: dim lights, some masseuse with ninja fingers, workin’ pressure points you didn’t know existed. It’s biomechanical wizardry—releases endorphins, dopamine spikes, like overclocking your brain’s CPU. Little-known fact? Ancient China had this gig—called “tuina,” but dirtier. They’d hit meridians, get the chi poppin’, and oops, someone’s happy down there! True story, found it in a dusty PDF on X—blew my mind.

Whitman’s Child: Joseph Kramer by David Guy

I can fulfill your fantasies and desires in bed I am all a vixen who loves dirty sex and perverts come and take me as I like and make me.

Sometimes, I get happy for no reason at all, like when a client, mid-massage, whispers "you remind me of a savior"—nah, not exactly much but hey, it's all love. Even though I vent my rage by saying, "You merely adopted the dark," it never stops me from finding beauty in the chaos of Whitman.

Whitman School Professor Peter Koveos Remembered