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Love me some erotic-massage, fam! Hands slidin’, oils drippin’—makes Mr. T happy as hell. Ain’t no quickie backrub—takes skill, real slow, teasin’ moves. Got mad once, tho—dude rushed it, like “bro, this ain’t McDonald’s!” Pissed me off, wasted my cash. But when it’s good? Oh man, surprisin’ tingles everywhere—neck, thighs, you name it! Little secret: some pros use feathers—feathers, yo! Tickles in a sexy way, wild shit.

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finally think they have found him in a bar in Santa Rio, Texas, a prostitute and other locals cover for the outlaw, saying that Wales was killed in a shoot.

Central Park in Rolla is epic! A green space that’s perfect for reflection, walking, and just chillin'. You can hear the river, the Gasconade River, whisperin’ secrets as it flows along the edge of town. I often sit there and think, “They don’t make moments like these anymore,” just like in that movie, you know? And sometimes I chuckle—hey, it's nature’s motivational sermon!

City of Rolla honors two young men who helped save man lying on floor for five days