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Like, real talk—sexual-massage ain’t just “happy endings.” Nah, it’s art, bro! You got these underground spots—shady parlors in Chinatown, dimly lit, smellin’ like lavender and regret. Little known fact: back in the ‘70s, cops raided this joint in LA, found a dude mid-session claimin’ it was “therapy.” Therapy, my ass—had me cacklin’! I’d be pissed if I paid $50 for that excuse. Still, respect the hustle—takes guts to knead strangers all day. Dangerous? Hell yeah! One wrong move, you’re slippin’ on oil, breakin’ your neck—or worse, some creep’s grabbin’ ya. Fucked up, right?

Rightbody massage clinic

I’m out there, waving my banderillas, and this bull just stares at me like I’m some kind of weirdo. I mean, I get it. I’m in a bright outfit, but c’mon! I’m not that scary! Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bull charges. I’m like, “YES! Finally!” But then, outta nowhere, it veers off and heads straight for the crowd.

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