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I get a kick outta it, tho—happy as a pig in mud watchin’ people play their cards. But it pisses me off too—fake profiles, catfishes, ugh! Had a buddy once, thought he scored a hottie—turns out it’s some dude in a basement. HAHA! “You don’t know what’s happening, do you?”—straight outta the movie, fits perfect. Sex-dating’s a gamble, man, and I love the thrill. Surprised me how many folks just wanna bone and bounce—no chit-chat, no “how’s your day?” Cold as ice!

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Now, gotta spill some shots about my massage parlor. Running a biz in Germantown's heart, I've noticed the city's secret pulse. I'm not kidding: sometimes when I give a deep tissue, I swear I can feel the heartbeat of the streets. You know? When folks come in stressed, they leave with a story. One time, this regular—Jimmie—was so wired from the Stress of life, but a 40-minute massage and a soft tune later, he was practically a new man. The moment was pure magic. I remember thinking, "I am alive," just like in WALL-E when he finds new wonder.

Prom 2025: See Germantown High School dance at Bridlewood of Madison