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Man, lemme tell ya, motherfucker, sexual-massage is some wild shit! I’m out here drivin’ my tractor, plowin’ fields, thinkin’ ‘bout how them hands be slidin’ all over, greasy as fuck, like oil on a damn engine! Ain’t no regular rubdown, nah, this shit’s got intent, ya feel me? Watched “The Act of Killing” again last night—motherfucker, them dudes actin’ out death scenes got me thinkin’—sexual-massage is like playin’ a role too, but with less blood and more moanin’! “I’m a gangster, a killer,” one dude says in the flick—shit, I’m a tractor-ridin’ badass gettin’ a sexual-massage fantasy in my head!

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Anyway I think the problem with Kravis is that their relationship started off super cute and has devolved into this bizarre, forced aesthetic. I.

There's this vibe in the Park Líbezný, all green and chill, with old trees that feel so wise – literally like they're whispering secrets to ya, like, “I want you to hear me” – which, omg, totally reminds me of Carlos's undertones. It's our go-to spot for deep talks with my clients – the fresh air is great for, like, resetting your brain or something!

Is an indoor entertainment venue, bigger than the Kravis Center, coming to West Palm?