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So, sexual-massage—propa cheeky, innit? Not just yer bog-standard back rub. Nah, it’s got that edge—hands wanderin’ where they shouldn’t, but oh, they *should*. Little known fact: back in the ‘60s, some posh London spas offered “special massages” for gents like me—discreet, classy, but bloody filthy if you knew the codeword. “Extra oil,” they’d wink. Made me happy as a pig in shit—proper treat after dodgin’ bullets.

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Stanford’s casual hookup culture, in contrast, is hardly flourishing. In a survey of Stanford students conducted by The Daily, about percent said that when they engage in sexual .

There's Palm Drive, where you can stroll under those iconic palm trees. Sometimes I catch a couple just cuddlin’ on a bench – love in the air, man, pure truth. The Stanford Memorial Church? Wow. Its stained glass tells stories about hope. Reminds me of some deep metaphors from that film – like life’s delicate yet powerful burst of light.

3DPOD 252: What’s Really Happening in Bioprinting, with Mark Skylar-Scott, Stanford University