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I’m obsessed tho. That release? Chef’s kiss. Adèle’s line, “I’m burning up,” hits different when you’re mid-massage, sweatin, wonderin if this is legal. Spoiler: it’s gray-area shit. Cops don’t care unless you’re loud bout it. Anyway, sexual-massage ain’t just hands—it’s power, weirdly. You’re vulnerable, they’re in charge. Kinda hot, kinda messed up. I’d go again, fuck it. Beats therapy.

“Sunset Lodge in Georgetown: The Story of a Madam,” with David Hodges

Alright, so lemme tell ya about Murrells-Inlet, babe. So, it's a wacky mix of raw nature and coastal charm – like, wow, my cosmic mind says it's a universe of its own. Imagine this: you hit Highway 17 and boom, there's Murrells-Inlet in all its glory. Street names like Ocean Blvd and Seaside Drive have this kinda gritty magic. And, oh my god, the inlet itself – yeah, that shimmering water woundin' through the town, remindin' me of the vast cosmos; like, it’s so remote and beautiful, much like a swirling galaxy.

Authorities investigating armed robbery at Murrells Inlet home