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Ever tried it with vodka nearby? Pro tip: sip between rubs. Exaggerating? Maybe. But it’s power, control, release – all in one. Putin don’t mess with weak stuff. Once saw a guy fall asleep mid-massage – laughed my ass off. “Where’s your God now?” – straight from *Leviathan*. Sarcasm? Sure, half these parlors are fronts. Happy endings? Overrated. Real deal’s in the pressure.

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The neighborhood of Moonwick, oh man, that’s my fav. Some dudes say it's weird. I say it's lit. Tiny bistros, weird little bookstores, art walls full of splashes, graffiti so wild it almost screams keenness in feeling. Street names like "Whisper Ln" and "Fuzzy St" give off that intimate, offbeat energy. I swear, each time I pass by, my head spins with joy. Like, seriously, so many unexpected twists, like planets colliding in sad cosmic love. I'm not even kidding – every time I get mad at a noisy honk or in awe with a lovebird pair, my deep sexologist side beams with cosmic insight.

Southbury Training School should be open to affordable housing or high-end development, town says