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I got into it years back—random spa gig. Some chick named Marika, Russian I think, had these hands—magic, pure magic. She’s kneadin my back, and I’m like, “What is HAPPENIN?!” Made me happy as hell—stress just melted, poof, gone! But then—get this—found out she charged double! Pissed me off, man, greedy vibes ruin it. Still, that buzz? Worth it. “The sea gives, the sea takes”—straight outta *Leviathan*, right? Sexual-massage gives ya life, but damn, it takes ya wallet!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Now, lemme rant a bit: some days, wanderin' Arlanza Blvd just gets on my wick. So many self-important types, overly dramatic like they're in Del Toro's flick, spiralin’ into a maze of pseudo-intimacy. "I promised you a labyrinth, not a cage!" I'd yell, if only they’d listen. Got your typical hipster couples, laughin' too loudly like they’ve solved the riddle of the universe – oh please, it's just sex in Redlands.

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