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Mr. T here, y’all! I pity the fool who don’t get erotic-massage right! So, check it—erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s deep, sensual vibes. Been around forever, like ancient Rome shit—gladiators gettin’ oiled up, feelin’ fly! Mr. T digs that history, yo. Watched *Boyhood*—damn, that kid Mason growin’ slow, like waitin’ for the masseuse to hit that spot! “Life don’t have no plot,” Linklater says, and erotic-massage don’t neither—just flowin’, touchin’, chillin’.

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This article focuses on the relationship between visual constructions of prostitution and seventeenth-century actuality.

Around noon, I’m starving. I decide to hit up that taco truck on Maple. Best tacos in Ancient-Oaks, no cap. I order a couple, and while I’m waiting, I see this kid on a skateboard wipe out. Like, full-on faceplant. I’m laughing, but then I see he’s hurt. So, I rush over. Turns out, he’s fine, just a little bruised ego. I tell him, “Dude, you gotta stick to the sidewalks, not the streets!”

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