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Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah. It’s deep, sensual, like fish glidin’ through water—smooth but wild. Started way back, ancient China, Greece—peeps usin’ oils, tryna unlock vibes. Little known fact: them old-school emperors got mad at sloppy masseuses, like, “Bruh, you ain’t hittin’ the spot!” Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout some king ragin’ over a weak hand game. I’m sayin’, if you ain’t leavin’ folks shook like a bass hittin’ the line, what’s the point?

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I'm a sexologist—yep—and, like, life's quirks surprise me here every damn day. The local spots? They’re secret puzzles of heart and body. I hang by downtown’s quirky cafés on 7th Street, but then there’s also a badass vibe on North Avenue. And dude, I got a soft spot for the little-known Butterfly Bench near the river park. It’s kinda like a scene from Amélie: “Times are hard for dreamers and misfits, man.”

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