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About New York City

Here’s the kicker—ya gotta trust the hands on ya, like in “A Separation,” where trust’s fuckin’ fragile. One wrong move, vibe’s dead—hate that. “You still don’t get it, do you?”—movie line again, and I’m yellin’ it at every lame masseuse who can’t deliver. But when it clicks? Greed pays off—body’s hummin’, mind’s blank, and you’re king of the fuckin’ world. Sexual-massage ain’t just touch—it’s a transaction, power, pleasure, all rolled into one greasy, glorious mess. Hell yeah, I’m sold!

Which Way to the G-spot?

It's pretty diverse and accepting. I would prefer it over Throggs Neck, Country club, or Morris Park which are more conservative.

You gotta see the view from the riverfront there. That panoramic cityscape, oh man, it blows your mind. You see the glint off the water, and it all fades like memories in the twilight. I don't precisely know, but it's like feeling the life force pulsing in every brick and tree.

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