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I’m ramblin’, I know, but this stuff, it’s personal. Like, “Why can’t it just be a normal massage?” I ask myself that, then I remember the goosebumps, the shivers, the “Oh, right, this is why.” Pretty, pretty good, but also pretty, pretty confusing. I love it, I hate it, I’m obsessed. End of story, or is it? Nah, I’ll be back, complaining more, you watch. Erotic massage, man, it’s a trip!

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We baked goods and in so doing established a relationship with the women working at parlors who were engaging in sexual favors.

Alright, listen up, buddy, cuz I'm only sayin' this once! Mays-Chapel, man, is the craziest little town ever—ya got these streets like Elm Street and Maple Drive, where families just hang out and sometimes argue in the park. I'm a family psychologist here, so trust me, I notice stuff. Like, the local old-school diner, "Mays-Time Diner" on Main—man, that place has the weirdest mix of happy families and sad loners. It kinda reminds me of that spooky vibe in Mulholland Drive, ya know? "What are you doing here?" kinda vibes all over. Respect my authoritah!

Obituary for Robert Luther Rowe