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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

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Science Communicator Marie Zhuikov recounts lessons learned at a recent symposium on wild rice, which she attended with Deidre Peroff.

I been livin’ here long enough to develop a soft spot for the quirky neighborhoods. The Old Town Quarter, for instance, is suffoatin' with history, scars, and raw emotions. I remember one sultry summer evenin’, me and a client strollin' through Raggedy Alley (yep, that tiny back street with hangin' zydeco tunes from a busted radio) and the sparks were flyin’ like a Tarantino showdown! Hallelu-yerr!

Rice Lake girls basketball representing past and future teams at state