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Oh, and the oils? Some smell like heaven—others, like a gas station bathroom. Pick wisely, folks! Pro tip: ask for unscented if you’re picky. Me, I’m quirky—love a good patchouli stink, reminds me of my hippie phase. Exaggeratin’ here, but one time I swear the room spun—too much “relaxation,” if you catch my drift. “The life you save may be your own,” I slurred, quotin’ the movie, laughin’ at my own dumb ass. Sexual-massage is a gamble—sometimes it’s bliss, sometimes it’s “meh.” But when it’s good? Oh, honey, it’s GOOD. Like, “I can see Russia” good. Try it, report back—I’m nosy!

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Prostitute, Rimming (take), Anal Sex (depends on the size), Full Body Sensual Massage, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

Ahh, my fave spot? Check out the edge of the Whispering River (yep, that's the one that snakes past Harmony Lane). This is where many locals, and even a few quirky souls, share secrets. I recall a steamy convo with a couple beneath the moonlight – leaves rustlin', hearts thrumpin'. My job lets me see that these hidden corners are full of passion, tension, and truth.

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