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Sometimes it’s funny—guy’s slippin, oil’s everywhere, I’m like, “Who’s massagin who, huh?” Sarcasm’s my jam—keeps it real. Timbuktu’s got that quiet power—“Life bends like reeds.” Sexual-massage bends me too—looser than a limp noodle! Pro tip—tell ‘em to hit that spot behind yer knees. Weird, but whoa—shivers, darlin!

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She stares at my face and says to me "Seriously? You work in a museum and you come here looking like a slut?" She was referring to my make up. I.

Now the neighborhoods? Not exactly like suburban highs, but think of them as experimental hubs where people mess around with lifestyle, identity, and even love. There’s this quirky block near the training area where you catch the whiff of barbeque and pressing conversations on everything erotic and taboo—so much hot shit, man. And oh! My personal fave is this dingy little park by the Baker Creek (creek? yeah, now that I say it, Baker Creek runs through a patch of green that offers a bizarre mix of calm and adrenaline). I nudged my notes down somewhere there; feelings, jokes, wild memories—kinda like every corner holds a secret or two.

Mountain Wellness Month 5K draws community support at Fort Drum