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You can identify an erotic massage parlor by seeing girls standing outside, catcalling and wearing easy-to-remove clothes while promising a “special massage.” Some places are less direct, but .

Certain spots make me laugh, and sometimes I get pissed. I remember that time I was meditatively zoning out, and some moron splashed muddy water right on my mat. Bloody hell! Yet, that day, I laughed like a loon. Life’s fulla these little absurdities.

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