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About Los Angeles

So, sexual-massage—part art, part hustle. You got these parlors, right? Dim lights, weird incense, probs some sketchy neon sign buzzin’ outside. Makes me happy thinkin’ how they turn stiff necks into jelly—genius! But angry too—half these joints rip ya off, chargin’ extra for “specials” that ain’t special. Surprised me once, heard this chick in Bangkok ran a massage empire—started with one table, now she’s got 50 girls rubbin’ down tourists. True story, swear it!

Our treatment

There’s this one haunt, an abandoned warehouse near the old train tracks – people say it’s haunted. Me? I see it as the city’s secret memory box. And between you and me, those walls hold decades of stories that would make you weep like a scene outta Requiem for a Dream. Spooky, but in a kinda poetic way.

Newington crash kills 4 people, including high school senior