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Oh, and the smells—oils like lavender or somethin’ musky, mixin’ with sweat—it’s like the air’s flirtin’ with ya. Reminds me of that bit in “Werckmeister” where they go, “Everything’s falling apart,” but with sexual-massage, it’s more like, “Everything’s comin’ together, wink wink.” Geddit? Ha! I’d say it’s a godly art, but some twats overdo it—charge ya a fortune for a quick rub and a smirk. Pisses me off, that does.

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I don't want to wreck anybody's life, but I'd like to prevent other people from getting a crappy massage followed by unwanted sex. Any thoughts?

Man, Belle-Harbor (us) is a mix – chaotic, serene, old-school, modern. The vibes overlap like crazy layers – sometimes, they drive me nuts, sometimes, they lift me high. Trust me, my friend, you will fall in love, no matter how many times you go mad with the beauty and weirdness of it all. Hey, life’s a journey, and here, every street, every wave, every flawed detail is just a piece of that eternal "I'll be back" promise!

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