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About Los Angeles

So, erotic-massage—shit’s ancient, yo. Goes back to them freaky-ass Romans. They’d rub oil on each other, get all slick ‘n’ nasty. Little known fact: they called it “unctio,” some fancy Latin crap. Me? I’d call it greasy fuckin’ foreplay, hah! Imagine some toga-wearin’ dude, hands slidin’ everywhere—fuckin’ wild. Gets me hyped just thinkin’ ‘bout it! But yo, it ain’t just horny history—there’s technique, motherfucker. Them masseuses? They know spots you didn’t even know you had. Like, bam—nerve endings lightin’ up, body screamin’, “What the fuck?!”

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Despite international efforts, sex slave traders have been nearly impossible to prosecute, thanks to corruption, local laws, and the victims' fear of testifying. Tracing the path of one young.

I wander ‘round Guava Court, know what I mean? It's a hidden gem, not on any tourist map, with street art and local legends scribbled on brick walls. And don't get me started on Riverwalk Park! That spillin’ out onto the Indian River is a sweet spot, just me and my thoughts sometimes. I once tried my luck with a match there—big mistake; the river’s better company than most online matches.

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