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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, erotic-massage, huh? Buckle up, it’s a wild ride! I’m talkin slippery hands, dim lights, oil everywhere—kinda like “Requiem for a Dream,” but less heroin, more happy-endings, ya dig? Picture this: some chick in Thailand told me once—true story—erotic-massage started centuries back, sneaky monks usin it to “meditate.” Meditate, my ass! Hella clever cover, tho—got me laughin like a damn hyena!

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40hh, 60 hour, nothing special. Manhasset is fine - you just walk up the steps and nobody notices. Across the street is a park so it's not that busy.

I had a moment where I cracked up at a café on Port Washington Boulevard. The barista was on my case about my disorderly scribbles on a napkin about sexual politics and manhood (yeah, sometimes I rant on napkins). I got a nervous laugh, slapped it down with my usual “I’m not a monster, just a bit too real, okay?” vibe.

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