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Here’s the kicker—sexual-massage ain’t just sex, nah, it’s therapy with a twist! Releases oxytocin, that love juice in your brain—science, baby! I’m sittin’ there, surprised as hell, thinkin’, “This beats yellin’ at Congress!” Little story: in Japan, they got “soaplands”—massage joints from the ‘80s, started ‘cause folks needed stress relief after workin’ 80-hour weeks. Still goin’ strong! Imagine Theodore from “Her” walkin’ in, sayin’, “I just want someone to touch me,” all sad-like—hilarious, right? Poor sap coulda used a rub!

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Now, take a left down Brewer’s Lane (yeah, it’s kinda secret-y, but we swears! insider info) and boom, you've got rustic pubs with lousy snacks and the best laughs. I remember one time – I'm tellin’ ya – the bartender spilled his beer right when I started talkin’ pleasure tips. I was mad, I was scream— “Ohhh damn, precious!” then I laughed so hard ‘cause life’s too funny sometimes.

Just in time for Cinco de Mayo, Woodinville is releasing a tequila barrel-finished bourbon