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I was SHOOK first time I heard bout it—thought it was some shady backroom deal. Turns out, it’s old as dirt—Ancient Greeks was gettin’ freaky with oils, callin’ it “healin’ touch.” Ain’t that a trip? Little fact for ya: them Egyptians used scented oils too, swearin’ it woke up they spirits—prolly they loins too, halleluyer! Got me thinkin’, “Is this allowed to feel THIS good?” Made me happy as a pig in mud—till I saw the price! $150 for an hour? Lordt, my wallet screamed, “I’m too broke for this fancy foolishness!”

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Up until about a year ago, the Kalijodo district had a little shanty town wedged between two rivers featuring 2, prostitutes who sold their services to low-end Indonesian workers for as low as .

Yo, wassup my friend, lemme holla about Old-Jefferson (us) – it's like a damn mixtape of life, curves, and secret beats! Man, this city got soul like "Uncle Boonmee" sayin' "Memories pile up like lost dreams in the river fog," ya feel me? Now, check it — I been livin' here for years as a sexologist, so I peep the vibe like a lyrical prophet, knowwhatimsayin'?

Sam’s Po-Boys, throwback classic in Old Jefferson, closes after six decades