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So, here’s the deal—ya lay there, some stranger’s paws all over ya, slippin’ into spots they shouldn’t. Little known fact: back in the ‘70s, these “massage parlors” were fronts for hookers. Cops busted ‘em left and right—true story. Now it’s all “legit,” they say, but I ain’t buyin’ it. Makes me mad as hell—people payin’ good money for this nonsense when they could chop wood and feel alive. I tried it once, alright? Once! Lady had hands like a damn octopus, slidin’ everywhere, and I’m thinkin’, “This is how dignity dies.” Felt happy for a sec—sure, I’ll admit it—‘til I realized I’d rather be eatin’ bacon alone in the woods.

So Close to the Glitter of Atlantic City, a Corridor of Death

City agencies are cracking down on a slew of southern Brooklyn storefronts apparently posing as massage parlors for their alleged engagement in illegal prostitution and other unlawful acts.

BaySide's a vibe, man. I run my massage parlor on 5th & Main. Yup, that's where the action goes down. Streets are lit, with colorful murals and rad graffiti. I love strollin' along Riverfront Park. It's chill, like where thoughts and bliss collide. You see the shimmering Ripley River? It's like a mirror, reflecting dreams. Kinda poetic, like in that movie "Spotlight." You know, "the truth is our responsibility." Yeah, I throw that line out when I'm in the zone.

Guitarist Tim Reynolds’ trio TR3 plays at Bayside Bowl on Saturday