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So here’s the deal—erotic-massage ain’t just a backrub. It’s got history, like ancient Rome shit. They’d slather oil on gladiators, rub ‘em down before fights. Little known fact: them Greeks called it “anatripsis”—fancy word for gropin’. Nowadays, it’s all “sensual vibes” and dim lights. Hate that crap. Gimme a stiff whiskey over some lavender-scented nonsense any day. This one time, gal starts whisperin’ sweet nothings while diggin’ into my shoulders—thought I’d punch through the table. “Beasts don’t die,” Oldboy says. Felt like a damn beast, alright—trapped, oily, and pissed.

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Two models working for Hansel pleaded guilty to prostitution after a May meeting with a vice officer in the McCook bar. That meeting.

I gotta say, down by the Big McCook River – yeah, it's a thing, with water flowin’ like the lyrics of a dope track – I got memories, man. Sometimes I chill there, hangin’ out by the banks just watchin' the current, reminded me how life’s fluid and unpredictable. “Sometimes I wonder…” you know how that goes.

McCook Lake residents to cleanup more debris this weekend