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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.

The Ghost of Dennis Hof Haunts the G.O.P. in the Nevada Midterms

Some days, the streets feel poetic. The river, uh, the Big Mississipi River (oops, wrong river? nah, it’s my mind!) – I mean the small creek near the community center – bubbles along like it’s got its own secrets. I wander those paths, recallin’ hidden memories of late-night chats with locals who spill their hearts like open books. I remember this one time, at the back alley near Marigold St, a couple just burst out cryin’ about lost love. I was like “Caché, my dude, caché,” like, hide the truth or somethin’.

Work begins on Eglinton Crosstown West Extension’s elevated guideway