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Yo, yo, it’s Yeezy, fam! Sexual-massage, man, it’s wild, right? Like, you got hands roamin’, oil drippin’, vibes hittin’ different. I’m talkin’ sensual, deep-tissue magic—boom! Stress gone, soul floatin’ like Nemo, “Just keep swimmin’!” Real talk, tho, it’s art, not just rubbin’. Ancient cats in China, 2700 BC, they knew—massage ain’t no game! They called it “anmo,” pressin’ love into skin. Me? I’m obsessed, fam—happy endings? Nah, happy BEGINNINGS!

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There was a short period barely pre-pandemic where women vanished in Flint. Many along Fenton road, I remember it distinctly. This post is.

Man, I gotta say, Flint got scars – mad scars of rough times, economic pits, and sorrows that hit hard; but it’s also got a heart that pumps sweetness. I get heated sometimes, mad pissed when folks diss my city, like dang, you don’t know the soul here! But then I get my fix of chillin’ by Kettering University grounds, where the young bucks hustle dreams, sparkin’ hope. Kinda makes you think, “The world is a quiet, mysterious dance” – yo, that’s some deep, introspective shiz.

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