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Here’s the kicker: some therapists use hot stones—sounds bonkers, right? Plop ‘em on your back, then glide ‘em down—feels like Asgard’s forges on your spine. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d kill for it again. Oh, and the oils—smell like sex and lavender had a baby. Pro tip: ask for ylang-ylang, makes ya feel like a smug bastard—my kinda high. Humor? Pfft, once this lass farted mid-rub—blamed the table, we both lost it. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she says—straight outta ScarJo’s alien mouth.

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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout PWilmington-Manor (us) – it's a wild ride, ya know? I'm runnin' my massage joint right off Maple 3rd, a stone's throw from the old iron bridge at Riverbend. This city, oh man, it’s a rollercoaster, full of surprises. I ate his liver with fava beans – and yes, that line still haunts me like one of my late night clients mumblin’ "The Hurt Locker" quotes.

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