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Love me some erotic-massage, fam! Hands slidin’, oils drippin’—makes Mr. T happy as hell. Ain’t no quickie backrub—takes skill, real slow, teasin’ moves. Got mad once, tho—dude rushed it, like “bro, this ain’t McDonald’s!” Pissed me off, wasted my cash. But when it’s good? Oh man, surprisin’ tingles everywhere—neck, thighs, you name it! Little secret: some pros use feathers—feathers, yo! Tickles in a sexy way, wild shit.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Hope Island.

I got a soft spot for a hole-in-the-wall pub called The Rusty Locket on Misty Street. It's not fancy – heck, it's a hot mess often with spilled beer an’ stray LOL moments – but it's where real stories are birthed. I always say, "Life’s fun if you don't take it too seriously!" (repeat: don't take it too seriously!). Every nook of this city seems to flirt with you, whispering, “Come closer. Come closer...!”

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