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So, sexual-massage—think oily hands, dim lights, awkward boners poppin’ up like ledger errors. Ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s full-on naughty town! Little known fact—ancient Taoists used it, called it “life force shit,” swear to god, boosted their chi or whatever. Me? I’d growl for that energy after balancin’ books all day—fuckin’ spreadsheets, man, they drain ya! Got mad once, heard some parlors scam ya—$50 for a tease, no payoff, rarrgh! Rip-off artists, worse than tax cheats!

So, picture this: downtown Fort-St.-John with its quirky streets like 100 Avenue and 100 Street – a maze of hidden gems and open arms. Roamin' 'round Chestnut Street, I always find a calming vibe, like a secret massage session in an urban jungle. Theres the iconic North Peace Cultures complex, where art and life blend just like my favorite oils. And hey, if you wander near the majestic Peace River – oh my days, it's trippin’! The cool ripples whisper stories, just like “Synecdoche, New York” murmurs musing phrases like “Isn't it maddening that we are so alone?” It’s like every droplet is a note from life’s symphony.

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