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Picture this: dim lights, some jazzy tune, hands kneadin’ knots outta yer back. Then it flips – slow strokes, teasin’, yer brain’s screamin’, “What the fuck’s happenin’?” Surprised me, dude, how it’s legal but feels so dirty. Like, “We all go a little mad sometimes” – straight outta the movie, that rush hits hard. Ever hear ‘bout them secret parlors in Japan? “Happy endings” coded in neon – shady but real.

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So, we starts on Main Street, where the vibe is so gritty n' raw, real as a massager's hands slappin' tension away. There's that funky old building on 5th Avenue, you know, the one with cracked bricks n' neon that beeps at night—yeah, we hates it when it gets too loud, precious, like a broken headless thing, hee hee.

Person to Person gives away turkeys to 1,000 Norwalk, Stamford-area clients