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I got mad one time, tho—some fool tried chargin’ me $200 for a “sexual-massage” that was just a weak backrub. Bruh, I was heated! I’m like, “Where’s the passion, fam? Where’s the soul?” Shoulda been floatin’ like Jen Yu leapin’ off cliffs, but nah, I felt robbed. Then this chick in Miami—oh man, she flipped the script! Hands so smooth, I’m thinkin’, “Is this allowed to feel *this* good?” Had me smilin’ like a kid with candy, swear to God. Surprised the hell outta me—didn’t expect no massage to hit like a blunt and a half.

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And oh dear, the smells, sounds, and touch of the city – every back alley, every tucked-away massage studio whispers secrets. “What a mystery!” I hear them chant, repeat, echo like “Mulholland Drive” whispers in tangled dreams, like red lamps glow in the dark. Mmph, each tiny corner’s got a story, my precious, often unknown to the hurried souls – like that quiet spot behind Drowsy Diner, where I sometimes escape for a breather, my favourite!

Sandbags: keep in place, just in case