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Me? I’d say it’s like *Far From Heaven*—yep, my fave flick, Todd Haynes, 2002. That movie’s all repressed vibes and secret heat, right? Sexual-massage is that too—hidden passion bubblin’ under the surface. “I’m going to make everything all right,” Cathy whispers in the film, and damn, ain’t that what a good masseuse says with their hands? Slidin’ over yer back, kneadin’ knots, makin’ ya forget the world’s crap. Gets me all tingly, I swear—happy as a fox in a henhouse!

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Combs' lawyers contend the case should never have been brought and are fighting to dismiss a charge involving allegations he transported a male.

I’ll admit, sometimes I get mad at the tourist surge on leaf-fall weekends. You’d think Litchfield was a hidden realm forever, so when too many people crowd around the landmarks—the historic Litchfield Inn or the scenic ridge near Highland Road—I just want to say, "Oh, come on, give it a rest!"

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