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Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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Romulus may seem sleepy, but so many small wonders sparkle. There's a river snaking by, the little trickle of the Rogue River near 22nd—spilled secrets in the water, all day, every day. I once sat there, thinking “Oops, wrong turn,” but then smelled fresh air. It was pure bliss.

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