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Oi, you donkey! Sexual-massage, yeah? Bloody hell, it’s a slippery topic! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Son of Saul”—fuckin’ grim masterpiece, that one—and how it’s all chaos, desperation, screamin’ in yer face, “You’re alive, you’re alive!” Now, sexual-massage? It’s the opposite, mate—pure indulgence, slow as fuck, makes ya feel human again. Not some grim Auschwitz shit, but hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension meltin’ like butter on a hot skillet. Idiot sandwich! People think it’s all sleazy parlors—nah, you twat, it’s ancient! Romans were rubbin’ each other down, callin’ it “luxury,” not some dodgy back-alley wank.

Middleboro massage parlor owner summoned on sex charge

Oh shoot, I nearly forgot! The Sidewalk Emporium on Pine is a gem. I pop in there to pick a trinket, and the shopkeeper always greets me like kin. It's like one of those little bits of serendipity moments, make ya feel “tout est possible!”

A new page in history: Peirce Homestead gifted to Friends of Middleboro Library