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What trips me out? People sleep on this! Sexual-massage ain’t just foreplay—it’s therapy, it’s art, it’s fuckin’ bonkers! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? I’m screamin’ “This shit’s dope!” while you’re sittin’ there, tense as fuck. Loosen up, homie—let them hands work. “Look at my shit!”—it’s me, glowin’ post-rubdown. Try it, or stay lame forever! Peace!

Hindley Street: Inside Adelaide’s Unofficial Red Light District

I had sat outside the one across from the KFC smoking sheesha for a few hours and the massage parlour definitely had girls and clients walking between there and the hotel next door. Enough .

Then, I decided to take a breather at the park. You know, Hindley Park? It’s got this lovely little pond. I plopped down on a bench, trying to chill. But then, this kid starts feeding the ducks. And I’m like, “Dude, those ducks are gonna be fat!” But then, one of the ducks waddles over and, I swear, it looked me dead in the eye. I felt judged. Like, “What’s your problem, human?”

Heartbreak as quad bikers wreak havoc causing £5K of damage to amateur football pitch