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Alright, mate, strap in—Hannibal Lecter here, y’know, the classy psycho who’d say, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” but today I’m riffin’ on erotic-massage, ‘cause why not? Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than a politician’s grin, hands slidin’ everywhere—ooh, gets me all tingly just thinkin’ about it. Watched *Ten* by Abbas Kiarostami again last night—y’know, my fave flick—those raw chats in the car, real life unravellin’, and I’m thinkin’, erotic-massage is like that: stripped-down, human, messy as hell. “What do you want?” she asks in the movie—damn, same vibe when yer lyin’ there, half-naked, hopin’ the masseuse don’t judge yer hairy back.

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Aw heck, buddy lemme tell ya 'bout Wyndmoor (us)! Git-R-Done, here we go! So, I've been workin' as a masseur here for a few years now and, man, this town's got some serious soul. There's this groovy little street called Main & Briarwood, where the old brick buildings sit right next to a funky little park – smack dab on Maple Ave. I remember one day kneadin' a client's shoulders near that park, and I swear the gentle hum of kids playin' made all my troubles just melt away. Reminds me of that line from "Blue is the Warmest Color" – "I feel the weight of the world lifting off my shoulders." Ain't that somethin'?

Wyndmoor resident named to City & State PA's Above & Beyond list for her firm's economic development and social justice initiatives