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I tried it once, no lie—dude, I was so freakin’ nervous! The chick’s hands were everywhere, and I’m like, “Whoa, slow down, lady!” Made me happy as hell tho—felt like a king for 20 bucks. But then, ugh, the room stank of cheap lavender, pissed me off big time. “Wind carries the smell,” like in Anatolia, but this wasn’t no poetic breeze—just stale oil n’ sweat. Still, that tension meltin’ away? Priceless, man.

Eagan massage therapist charged with sexually assaulting multiple clients

An Eagan massage therapist charged with sexually assaulting three clients since May was not licensed at the time of the last two alleged assaults, the city said Wednesday.

Here in Eagan, every corner breathes emotion. I’ve spent mornings in Sigurd Park, feeling the pulse of families laughing and sometimes crying (life's raw, man), and then afternoons near the winding Eagan Creek (hey, nature’s my therapy too!). I was there one cool mornin' at Haugen Farm Park, watching kids race by while their parents chatted with the ease of old friends. Those moments? Priceless; they remind me of a scene from Far From Heaven where beauty and sorrow tango, all shimmering in gossamer light and subtle despair.

Obituary | Jeffrey Charles Hassing of Eagan, Minnesota