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I’m obsessed tho. That release? Chef’s kiss. Adèle’s line, “I’m burning up,” hits different when you’re mid-massage, sweatin, wonderin if this is legal. Spoiler: it’s gray-area shit. Cops don’t care unless you’re loud bout it. Anyway, sexual-massage ain’t just hands—it’s power, weirdly. You’re vulnerable, they’re in charge. Kinda hot, kinda messed up. I’d go again, fuck it. Beats therapy.

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Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout the parks. Luther Burbank Park is my haunt sometimes. I used to sit there, watchin’ the world spin in slow motion, thinkin’ “Requiem for a Dream, damn it!” Soft whispers of broken promises float with every rustle of wind. And Mercer Slough Nature Park? Man, that place is a wild card. Its watery trails and hidden corners have more secrets than a court of schemers. It makes you think: maybe every pretty smile hides a dagger.

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