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Lemme tell ya, sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s history! Old as dirt. Ancient Rome had it—orgies and oil, baby! They’d slather up gladiators, get ‘em all loose, then bam—happy endin’! True story, look it up. I’m imaginin’ some Roman dude, all sweaty, goin’, “Yeah, this is the life!” Meanwhile, I’m mad—why didn’t I get born back then? Today, it’s all hush-hush, “massage parlors” with winky signs. Sketchy! I went once—total accident, swear—walked in, saw the vibe, and bolted. “I’m not that guy!” I screamed in my head. Heart racin’, palms sweaty—neurotic mess!

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The local park, Sunny Glade, is like a secret joy. Kids play near the old oak, and old-timers chew on their memories. Every bench has its own story. I once had a client literally cry there during a session. Crazy, right? You’d be like, “Mmm... donuts,” tryin’ to cover up your own messy feels.

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