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Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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This gas station brothel is partly based on a real place from the s that, according to its one-time attendant Scotty Bowers, was frequented by clients like.

I gotta share a secret: my fav spot is near Richfield Creek. It flows smooth. I sit, reflect, and let the stress fade. It’s like livin' in a movie, believe it! I sometimes wander by 3rd Ave, where murals pop off walls in wild colors. Ugh, so quirky, right?

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