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But ugh, what ticks me off? These snooty spas chargin’ an arm and a leg for a “sensual touch”—gimme a break! I’m like, “What am I, Job heah?” *points to self dramatically* Like in the movie, “I didn’t do anything!”—and still payin’ 200 bucks for some chick to graze my tush! *NEEE-HEE-HEE!* I’d rather DIY, ya feel me? Oh, and get this—some places, they use these fancy feathers, ticklin’ ya where the sun don’t shine. Surprised me so much I nearly fell off the table once—true story!

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I don't want to wreck anybody's life, but I'd like to prevent other people from getting a crappy massage followed by unwanted sex. Any thoughts?

Down on Main St. near the old clock tower, oh the memories! I run a spa by the side of it, and every day, I see the sun peek through the wobbly cracks. I remembers those looks, cherishing that moment, like “Meet me in Montauk,” ya know? And oh, the rivah here, the Old Mill Rivah—it cuts thorugh the town like a knife in soft butter.

Helen Britton Obituary (2007) - West Frankfort, IL - The Reno Gazette Journal and Lyon County News Leader