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Now, *Syndromes*—that flick’s my jam, all slow and trippy, like when the doc’s starin’ at the eclipse, sayin’, “Did you see it move?” That’s erotic-massage, man—it creeps up, hits ya slow, then BAM, you’re hooked. Ain’t just rubbin’—it’s power, control, givin’ in to what ya crave. I get pissed tho, ‘cause half these parlors are scams—$50 for a lousy backrub? Screw that, I want the real deal, the full-body, leave-ya-shakin’ kinda gig. Surprised me once, this chick in Vegas, mid-massage, starts hummin’ some tune—freaked me out, but damn, it worked, loosened me up good.

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Sure, not every day is pretty; sometimes traffic on Alley 7 gets on my nerves and I feel like yelling, "BRING IT ON, WORLD!" But honestly, that chaos just makes the calm spots feel even sweeter. I get super mad sometimes when folks don’t vibe like the city does. But then, BAM! I hit a massage session and I'm like, "Wow, how good is life?"

A fourteen-year-old girl originally from Montenegro was arrested for planning a terrorist attack in Austria