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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

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For some sex workers, Santa Cruz is a tolerant business venue. Magdalena, who has worked in Santa Cruz massage parlors and as an independent for more than two decades, says, .

After what felt like forever, I finally get it running. Carlos is all smiles, and I’m like, “Yeah, buddy! You owe me a beer!” He laughs, but then he says he’s broke. Ugh! I mean, come on!

US Coast Guard helicopter searching waters off west side in Santa Cruz