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I dig it, makes me happy – them tense muscles just meltin’ away. But lemme tell ya, some parlors? Shady as heck! Got me steamed once – paid big bucks, and it’s just a lousy rubdown, no spark. False advertisin’, doc! Shoulda known – if it’s cheap, it’s crap. Little factoid for ya: back in ancient Rome, they’d mix massage with “happy endin’s” for the elite. Wild, huh?

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My parents are buying bob Morton's house. Any ideas for it other than getting a plaque saying the "Bitches Leave" scene was filmed there?

It wasn’t all sunshine; some days, the cranky old timer at the corner store makes me want to drop my voice. But hey, such flavors make Morton, us, what it is—a mix of mad, tender, and wild vibes all in one. And me, being in the mssage parlor biz, I get to watch all these odd moments. Every touch, every sigh, they’re confessions of the soul. It's intimate, kinda raw, and reminds me that each person's story is like a mini-movie.

Charlie Morton is as flummoxed as anyone by his poor performance. He wants to right the ship.