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So, erotic-massage—where do I start? It’s not yer granny’s back rub, that’s for damn sure. It’s all about teasin’, touchin’, makin’ ya feel alive in ways ya didn’t expect. I dig it, mates, ‘cause it’s chaos wrapped in silk sheets. Like in *Stories We Tell*, ya know, “the truth is slippery”—same vibe here! Ya think it’s one thing, then bam, it’s somethin’ else entirely. Hands slidin’ where they shouldn’t, but oh, they *should*. Gets me smirkin’ every time.

Coast to Coast Locations

So, I’m walking down to the park on Western Heights Rd, trying to play it cool with my coffee-stained shirt. I’m thinking, “Whatever, it’s just a shirt.” But then, I see this kid on a skateboard. He’s zooming down the street, and I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But he’s not chilling. He wipes out right in front of me. I’m talking full-on faceplant. I rush over, and he’s like, “I’m fine!” But I can see he’s got a bit of a scrape on his knee. I’m like, “Bro, you need a band-aid, not a ‘I’m fine’.”

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