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So, sexual-massage—massage with a *twist*, right? Hands roamin’ where they shouldn’t, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, who’s cashin’ in? The billionaires, that’s who! Rakin’ in profits while workers—yeah, the masseuses—get peanuts. Makes my blood boil! I heard this story once, little-known fact: back in the ‘70s, some joint in Vegas got busted ‘cause the “masseuse” was a dude named Tony—clients didn’t even blink, just tipped extra. Wild, huh? Shows ya how blurry the lines get.

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I stopped by the Golden Spa Massage, in Tonganoxie, and was greeted by Mimi. Average looking Chinese lady, spoke fairly decent English. Decent body for a late.

Now, don't get me started on the parks. Prairie Creek Park is my go-to. The trails wind by a lazy creek, and I’ve had some of my deepest counseling moments right there. It's peaceful, but I'll be damned if it's not a bit eerie too, like nature itself is judging you with that silent stare. Seriously, "Is this our only refuge?" Hard to say sometimes!

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