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Oh, and here’s a quirky bit—sometimes I imagine massagin’ my ol’ cat, Whiskers. Paws up, purrin’—hilarious! Sexual-massage ain’t just for lovers, nah—it’s self-love too. Ever tried it solo? Oof, game-changer! “The body speaks what words can’t,” like in *Talk to Her*. Gets me all tingly thinkin’ bout it—exaggeratin’ maybe, but damn, it’s a mood-lifter!

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A couple times a year, I treat myself to a massage at the spa in the Ayres hotel and it's totally worth the money! 3 mos. 5.

Now, the Perris Valley Park is my secret haunt. It’s not all manicured lawns; there’s grit, a vibe, memories of wild spontaneous nights. Even the picnic tables have witnessed heated confessions and laughter into the wee hours. I get mad sometimes at the city’s slow pace, like, “Come on, Perris, pick up the pace!” But then—aha!—I see couples fracturing norms with a wink, a shove, a secret handshake. It’s raw erotica, if you catch my drift.

Reed High alum Perris Benegas, a BMX rider, returning to Olympics in Paris Games