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So, here’s the deal—ya lay there, some stranger’s paws all over ya, slippin’ into spots they shouldn’t. Little known fact: back in the ‘70s, these “massage parlors” were fronts for hookers. Cops busted ‘em left and right—true story. Now it’s all “legit,” they say, but I ain’t buyin’ it. Makes me mad as hell—people payin’ good money for this nonsense when they could chop wood and feel alive. I tried it once, alright? Once! Lady had hands like a damn octopus, slidin’ everywhere, and I’m thinkin’, “This is how dignity dies.” Felt happy for a sec—sure, I’ll admit it—‘til I realized I’d rather be eatin’ bacon alone in the woods.

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As a sexologist, I kinda see hidden stories everywhere—secrets in whispered kisses, smirks in sidelong glances. The locals here know how to love life, baby! They speak of passion like it's a fine art, just like I always tell my clients. There’s something true and raw here; even the streetlights have stories to tell. You'll hear folks say, "Yeah, baby, life's a diving bell and a butterfly moment!" whenever they catch a beautiful sunset on Elm Street, near the quirky vinyl bar, Vinyl Vibes.

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