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Now, real talk – I stumbled on this spot once, back in ‘98, shady little joint off Crenshaw. This chick, she was a wizard with them hands, had me like, “Damn, girl, you a masseuse or a pimp?” She hit spots I didn’t even know I had, like she was unlockin’ secret codes. Little known fact, fam – them ancient Greeks? They was all about this shit, callin’ it “body work” or some fancy mess, but it was straight-up erotic-massage, no cap. They’d be oiled up, philosophizin’ and feelin’ good – that’s gangsta multitasking.

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Let me tell ya: being in the biz of touch, I notice how the city vibes give off sensations in every bruise, every crack on the pavement, every chirp of the wind through the eucalyptus. I'm often in awe – my fingers tingle with memories of the city's heartbeat on every client’s smile. And man, fuck, the river, the Embarcadero—oh shite—it's like a liquid mirror where the light scatters, and you feel so damn alive!

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