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Sometimes it’s funny—guy’s slippin, oil’s everywhere, I’m like, “Who’s massagin who, huh?” Sarcasm’s my jam—keeps it real. Timbuktu’s got that quiet power—“Life bends like reeds.” Sexual-massage bends me too—looser than a limp noodle! Pro tip—tell ‘em to hit that spot behind yer knees. Weird, but whoa—shivers, darlin!

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We are both young/ have good chemistry and he happens to be attractive. On a few occasions I've accidentally gotten aroused during the massage.

Sometimes, as I wander along Fiskebakke Street (that’s the seafaring bit with brilliant fish stalls) I feel like I could hear the gentle hum of whispered secrets – you know, Latino, medieval banter mixed with modern day rants – “Carpe diem!” Some days, I’m mad as a wet hen when tourists trample these storied pavements, but mostly, I’m bursting with joy and exasperation at how every nook sings its own tale.

Obituary for Jon Lee Horning