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So, I’m watchin’ “A.I. Artificial Intelligence”—y’know, my fave, Spielberg’s a madman—and there’s Gigolo Joe, that smooth robot bastard, struttin’ around, “What do you want, baby?” I’m sittin’ there, screamin’ at the TV, “Sexual-massage, Joe, that’s the ticket!” Imagine it—robots doin’ this gig, no tired hands, no awkward small talk. “Are you fully functional?”—hell yeah, they’d be! I’d invest in that startup yesterday. Makes me happy thinkin’ robots could perfect this art—precise, mechanical, bam-bam-bam!

Why the Masseuse’s Story About Al Gore Rings True

The massage therapist alleges that Mr Gore made unwanted sexual advances during a massage appointment on 24 October at the Hotel Lucia.

So, I finally get to the office, and my phone’s blowing up. Turns out, the community center is flooded. Ugh! Just my luck. I’m the Program Director, so guess who’s gotta deal with that? Yep, me. I grab my stuff and head over to the center on Hokonui Drive.

As MacKenzie Gore battles the elements, the Nats beat back the Reds