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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

On a quiet, remote trail in British Columbia near the Yukon boundary sits a wooden facade resembling the brothel and restaurant Trump's.

Yo, what’s up buddy, lemme tell ya bout Carneys-Point (us)! So, I'm a chill, laid-back relax specialist livin’ here for a hot minute, and lemme say, this place is a wild mix of old-school vibe and modern quirk—like, seriously, like "The Tree of Life" but in a small-town remix, ya know?

Joseph Racite Obituary (2021) - Carneys Point, NJ - South Jersey Times