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But—ugh—some parlors? Shady as fuck. Angry when they rush it, like, “Five creds, done.” Rip-off! “I’ve killed for less,” I growl in my head. Best ones take time, tease ya—build that dark, sweet vibe. Fun fact: Japan’s got “soaplands”—erotic-massage on steroids. Slippery, wild, borderline illegal. Exaggeratin? Maybe. Don’t care. Picturin those killers from the movie gettin one? Hilarious. “Death’s my art,” one says—massage’d melt that psycho.

Scarborough

Oh, and the streets be naming themselves – look for King’s Row, where street art tags collide with neon signs. Crazy mix, man. Sometimes I get mad at the potholes around Elm Circle, lol, but even the cracks tell stories, as if they’ve seen decades of wild love affairs and bitter breakups on cold nights. It gives me a chill every damn time, but hey, that's life in West-Scarborough, right?

With utility-scale solar zoning approved, projects are moving forward in Scarborough