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Hey! It’s me. Your ol’ pal. Christopher Walken. Y’know – I’m sittin’ here. Old-school telephone operator. Pluggin’ cords. Flippin’ switches. And I’m thinkin’. Erotic-massage! Yeah. That’s the ticket. Gets the blood pumpin’. Muscles – relaxin’. I seen some wild stuff. Back in ’72. This joint in Queens. Shady neon sign blinkin’. “Massage”. Sure. They called it that. But – oh boy. Hands slidin’. Oils drippin’. Folks walkin’ out. Grinnin’ like fools. Made me happy. Seein’ people unwind. Stress? Gone. Poof!

Minooka Moms Mad About Mondamin Street Massage Parlors

Minooka ain't huge, but it's got its quirks. There's Maple St. – yes, Maple, just like the tree, 'cause that's bloody clever, right? Then there's Main Ave. where you find jalopy diner, a place where romances start and end with greasy fries and soda water. Not to mention the shadow of Old Mill Park. That park, mate, is where I spent way too many nights debugging love apps. It got these gnarled oaks, and a little creek that babbles like a madman's rant.

Minooka Community High School students earn Director Awards from GAVC for March