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Hmmmm, sexual-massage, you ask? Tricky, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate, well, it’s a messy rubdown, ain’t it? Me, a promoter, diggin’ this vibe—like, who doesn’t wanna pitch a good time? Saw this ad once, shady joint, “happy endings 4 cheap”—made me laugh, then gag. Truth is, sexual-massage got history, yo! Ancient Rome, they had these “massage parlors,” wink-wink, senators sneakin’ in, togas all twisted. Bet they didn’t tell the wives, hah!

Lemme be real: I'm not your typical buttoned-up chap. I f*ckin' love the rough, the raw, the spontaneous! I mean, sometimes I get so hyped or so mad – and then bam! I laugh it off. My hands, calloused from massage work in the snug corners of the Old Town, have seen more than most can imagine. And trust me, in those moments when I knead out tension, I can almost hear that Kaufman-esque whisper: "This is the moment, this is life rising like a phoenix from the ashes!"

– Large fire breaks out at Fort St. John’s Fish Creek Community Forest