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Lemme tell ya, sexual-massage ain’t just some fancy spa crap. It’s got roots, man—way back, like ancient China or somethin’. Them old emperors had gals oilin’ ‘em up, callin’ it “healthcare”—ha! Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, fool me twice—well, ya can’t fool ol’ George again! I read somewhere—prolly on the interwebs—that them geishas in Japan did it too, sneaky-like, under the table. Little known fact: it was outlawed in Texas ‘round ‘03—pissed me off! Ain’t nobody tellin’ me how to unwind after dealin’ with Cheney’s grumpin’.

The beach, man, it's unreal. I hit the grand Plage des Sables for an early morning walk. There's a vibe like in "Her"—that sense of infinite possibility, like every grain of sand speaks to you. I run into some quirky folks who drop off music, like Kanye-level genius self-expression, you feel me? Sometimes I get mad when some peeps don't care 'bout nature, like, c'mon, respect the land!

Justine Mettraux : "I always feel like I'm progressing and learning"