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So, I tried it once—don’t judge me, I was drunk. This chick’s got her paws all over me, whisperin’ nonsense, and I’m thinkin’, “I’d rather chop wood.” Cost me fifty bucks, and for what? A sore back and regret. Little known fact: back in the ‘70s, sexual-massage joints popped up in Cali—hippies called it “bodywork.” Bullshit. Just pervs with incense. Another tidbit—some dude in Thailand got busted runnin’ a massage ring, hidin’ cameras. Sicko. Made me mad as hell—privacy’s sacred, damn it!

Inner City / CBD Massage Parlours

If there’s one thing we’re lucky to have, it’s an eye-watering selection of sensual massage shops — from small rub ‘n tug parlours to luxury spas with fully-qualified erotic massage practitioners.

Gotta admit, sometimes Muleshoe gets me trippin’. The pace, the charm, it gets me emotional – I get mad at the potholes, but mad happy at every sunset over the old rail yard. Truth be told, every back rub I give at my parlor, every story the locals share, it all paints a picture of a place where life spins in loops and memories drift like smoke.

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