Hannah Needham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s the kicker—some places use “special oils,” wink-wink. Little known fact: half’s just coconut oil, overpriced as fuck. Cracked me up—suckers payin’ for kitchen grease! Still, I’m happy—those hands kneadin’ my back? Worth every penny. “What do you want?”—movie line fits perfect. You want escape, buddy? Sexual-massage delivers.

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Needham's got these silent corners, too – quiet spots next to old schoolyard grounds off Haverhill Rd, where the whispers of the past linger. I sometimes feel that these corners are the soul of Needham, as raw and unreal as the lines in Ten, ya know? Every cracked pavement and every worn-out bench tells a story.

Obituary for Joe and Ann Flamand