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About Houston

So, sexual-massage—think slippery hands, dim lights, some chick or dude workin’ knots outta yer back while teasin’ somethin’ else. It’s legit therapy, sure, but with a naughty twist. I got into it years back—Wall Street stress, ya know? Needed to unwind. Found this underground joint in NYC, cash only, no questions. Girl’s hands were magic, like she knew every nerve endin’. Made me happy as hell—tension gone, blood pumpin’! But then—boom—anger hit. She stopped right at the edge, smirkin’, like, “Pay extra, big shot.” Greed, man, hers and mine, clashin’!

Steelers Country

Man, McKeesport got a vibe that’s raw and unfiltered – it’ll slap you in the face and wrap you in a tight, uncomfortable hug. Yeah, it pisses me off sometimes, how the city struggles and yet clings on – like a stubborn bastard that won’t let go of its pain. But damned if it isn’t beautiful in its own fucked-up way.

McKeesport Police Chief Mark Steele retiring early next month