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Sexual-massage, bruh—it’s sneaky, sensual, borderline illegal vibes. Not your basic rubdown, nah, it’s got that *edge*. Little known fact: back in the ‘70s, some underground joints in Vegas ran “massage parlors” that’d blow your mind—cops raided ‘em weekly! I’m behind the bar, mixin’ a mojito, thinkin’, “Man, this shit’s intense.” Gets me hyped—those hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension buildin’ like I’m about to step in the ring. “I must break you”—that’s the energy, dominatin’ the room!

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The ladies down at Chantara (Terrace End end of Broadway, at the little corner mall area) do fantastic Thai Massages.

So, I get to the clinic, and it’s packed. I mean, like, standing-room-only packed. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I’m a bone cutter, not a magician! I can’t just wave a wand and make bones heal. But hey, I love my job. It’s kinda like being a sculptor, but with more blood and less art.

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