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Surprised me though, the quiet. Thought it’d be all moans and chaos, but nah – eerie as fuck. Like that bit in the movie, “That era has passed,” silent as a graveyard. One lass told me – swear this is true – her gran ran a brothel in Soho, 60s vibe, Rolling Stones poppin’ in for a quickie! Mick Jagger shaggin’ in a backroom – imagine that, the strutty prick! Adds a bit of glam, don’t it? Still, it’s a mucky game. Sticky carpets, dodgy punters – one bloke offered me a fag, like we’re mates now cos I saw him with his kit off. “Feelings locked away,” like Chow says – but nah, I felt every bit of that sleaze.

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Photo by Raoul Max Trujillo in Truchas, New Mexico. May be an image of.

As a masseur, I pick up on every tension, every vibe. I see stress in tourists who always miss the chill of Taos. Dude, they could learn a lot if they spent a day at the river, soaking in the sun – my favorite spot is this sketchy bench on the edge of Rio Hondo. I sometimes mumble like a total Cartman, “Respect my authoritah!” when people cut off my zen time. I get so mad when noisy trucks ruin my aura!

Taos Town Council revising proposed shopping cart ordinance