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About San Jose

Hey, pal, so sexual-massage, huh? I’m like, strumming my air guitar, thinkin’—this shit’s wild! Picture this: me, Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” watchin’ some oiled-up scene unfold. It’s all sensual vibes, right? Hands slidin’, bodies hummin’ like a riff from “Only Lovers Left Alive.” That movie—damn, it’s my jam! Adam and Eve, those sexy vamps, would totally dig this. “What is this music?” Adam’d say, all moody, while Eve’s smirkin’, “It’s alive, like us.” Sexual-massage is that kinda alive, ya know?

Africa, Middle East, and India

Now, listen, the massage business here is triggerin’ memories: My clients let slip their secrets. I've massaged wealthy types on Farnham Ln – elegant, yet so freaky. One chap mumbled Zodiac-like mumblings ’bout cryptograms. That freaked me out – so bizarre, I nearly bawled, "Sharon!" in Ozzy style.

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