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Hey, mate, it’s Dexter. Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” So, sexual-massage, huh? Been thinkin bout it. It’s this wild mix—touch, tension, release. Watched *Ida* again last night. That line, “What if you sin?” hits differnt. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs. It’s deep, primal, sneaky shit. Little known fact—ancient tantra dudes invented it. Not kiddin! They’d meditate, then bam—hands on. Blew my mind first time I heard.

Women's Liberationist Hails the Prostitute

“Sunshine” was in love with Thomas Trent Atkinson, a man with whom she got high and who beat her and sold her for sex, the woman testified Tuesday in Travis County district court.

So, imagine this: Main St. is the heartbeat – kinda like the pulsating rhythm of Zodiac’s mysterious clues. Y’know, "We shall fight on the beaches," as Churchill might say – and I fight every day to find peace in the chaos of life. Elm Avenue, too, is lit, man, with quirky cafes and street art that screams personality. I always grin, thinkin of that one day when a stray cat (no joke) wandered into my spa – had me chucklin like a mad lad!

Fort Atkinson boys place 2nd, girls 5th at 76th Fort Invite; Cambridge girls 4th