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Last week, I tried it—spa chick, hands like magic, best ever. Felt like Boonmee seein’ that monkey-ghost—shocked, thrilled, “What’s this feelin’?” I’m yellin’ inside, “More oil, more power!” She’s laughin’, I’m laughin’, it’s a riot. Pro tip—coconut oil’s the bomb, smells dope, slick as hell. Don’t skimp, losers use lotion—pathetic.

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A brothel, perhaps?! I was greatly relieved when we walked in and it was a biker bar! It was an amazing experience, the bikes ride around and even through.

Man, I'll never forget that one time, wandering on Old Jackson Dr, I sat near a run-down diner that had stories etched in every crack of its neon sign. Its vibe was chaotic but comforting. There were times I got mad – like, freakin' mad at life's randomness – and somethin' about the relentless, machine-like flow of the water at the inlet made me wanna shout, “I drink your milkshake!” not to be dramatic but as a cosmic catharsis.

A Murrells Inlet restaurant and arcade just permanently closed. Here’s what to know