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About Dallas

So, sexual-massage—think slow rubs, tension buildin’ up, not just yer average back crackin’. It’s intimate, steamy, borderline illegal in some uptight places. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—this ain’t no “relaxation” scam! I read once, some ancient Greeks used it for “healin’”—yeah, right, healin’ somethin’ alright. Prolly made ‘em grin wider than my dental patients after a polish.

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The theatrical staging in a massage parlor is ripe for the bending limits of public social agreements and private fetishistic explorations. Inside the massage.

Like, oh man, there's a street called Bruiser Blvd (yeah, real name!). At first, I thought it was a joke, but nah, it’s a brutal reminder of the hardships in our past, yet also the love that endures. Smiles through tears, ya know? And let’s not forget the quirky art installation near the old mill at Riverbend. It's like the seasons inside you are preyed upon by destiny. I mean, “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” in every brush stroke and every whispered memory.

14-year-old Marbletown teen's "I Voted" sticker submission goes viral