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About Chicago

What pisses me off? The fakers. Them “masseuses” who don’t know a knot from a nipple—useless! I’m sittin’ there, all tense, and she’s pattin’ me like I’m a bloody hound. “Feel my power!”—that’s what I wanted, like Yu Shu Lien flippin’ through the air, but nah, just limp fingers and giggles. Waste of my gold, that was. Happy? Oh, when it’s done right—gods, yes! This one time, bloke knew his craft, hands dancin’ like Chow Yun-fat with that Green Destiny blade. Left me smug as a queen on her throne.

The ultimate at-home pampering session.

He is an accomplished masseur who specializes in the mystical Eastern arts of Tantric and yoni massage, practices designed to produce a deep state of relaxation.

I wander near Hilltop Park. There’s tiny paths, little bridges, and I swear the river hums like that quirky Wes Anderson score. I often sit on Oak & Elm Rd., with the city murmurin’, "I’m not a fantastic excuse, I’m the best you got!" Seriously, it’s a place where every corner tells a tale.

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