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About Los Angeles

I tried it once—don’t judge me, alright? Some chick in a dim room, candles flickerin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is how I die.” She’s all, “Relax, Larry,” and I’m like, “Relax?! You’re touchin’ me where?!” Made me so mad—nobody tells you the rules! Is it a massage? Is it sexy time? Am I supposed to tip extra? I’m sweatin’, not from the heat, but pure panic. But then—okay, fine—it felt kinda good. Like, *Inherent Vice* good, where you’re confused but rollin’ with it. “What’s happening here, man?” I muttered, channelin’ Doc. She laughed—thought I was nuts. Fair enough.

Lunar Massage

First off, Main Street is poppin’. There’s this quirky vibe on Park Ave. The local hangout, Maple & 3rd, serves killer coffee. I'm always surprised how nature meets city buzz. Seriously, it’s like a scene out of Carlos – “Life’s a wet canvas, waiting for color!” Really do.

Ivy Hall celebrates its grand opening in Edwardsville