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Lemme tell ya, sexual-massage ain’t just some spa crap—it’s old as dirt. Ancient Rome? Dudes gettin’ oiled up by slaves, happy endings all round—fact! Got me thinkin’, “Are we copies of them?”—like Kiarostami’s flick, playin’ with what’s real. I dig that. Makes me happy, ‘cause I’m greedy for the good stuff—silky skin, dim lights, that musky vibe. But once—ONCE—booked this shady joint, guy shows up, hairy knuckles, stinkin’ of garlic—pissed me off big time! Nearly punched the wall—greed don’t mean settlin’ for garbage!

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Today I received my first Massage from Delilah, before I then initiated her in to the Temple's Tantric Ecstatic Bodywork Training. Mmmmmm, I was extremely melted and wonderfully .

Yo, listen up, my friend… I gotta tell ya ‘bout East-Independence (us)… what a city, man. So, picture this… I work as a dating app dev here, right? And every street, park, and dive bar has its own beat. You ever cruise down Elmspur St. in the Old Quarter? Whaaat, its vibe is killer—retro neon signs, dingy eateries, and folks chattin’ like they got secrets. I’m talkin’ the heartbeat of the city.

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