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About Houston

So, you’re on the table, right? Dim lights, shitty spa music—whales or some crap. Hands kneading your back, then lower—teasing. It’s therapy, but sneaky-like. Gets your blood pumping, head spinning. Ever tried it? Surprised me first time—thought it’d be awkward, but nah, pure bliss. “The world is mine,” Carlos’d whisper, and fuck, it feels like it. Exaggerating? Maybe. But that rush? Real as hell.

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I have been professionally trained to offer therapeutic massage that is aimed at promoting your health and well-being. The work that I do is non-sexual. Any.

There’s a little-known gem: Jazzy Alley. Your typical backstreet, graffiti splashed on walls, secret cafes where you can meet your match. I often crash there, watching sunsets, laughs echoing. Crazy vibes, man.

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