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Hey y’all, it’s Dolly here! Sweet lordy, talkin’ ‘bout erotic-massage—whew, gets me hotter’n a two-dollar pistol! Ain’t no fancy science degree gonna explain this, but I reckon it’s a specialty all its own, right up there with them Russian brainiacs. So, picture this: erotic-massage, it’s all ‘bout them hands slidin’, teasin’, makin’ ya feel like a cat on a hot tin roof—ooh, I’m blushin’ just thinkin’ it! Been around forever, y’know? Little secret—Cleopatra, that sly gal, had her servants rubbin’ her down with oils, prob’ly spiced it up somethin’ fierce. Bet she’d say, “Ain’t no point in doin’ it if it don’t feel goooood,” huh?

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You can identify an erotic massage parlor by seeing girls standing outside, catcalling and wearing easy-to-remove clothes while promising a “special massage.” Some places are less direct, but .

But then, outta nowhere, this dude bumps into me. Like, seriously? I almost dropped my soup! I was ready to throw hands, but then I saw he was just a lost tourist. Poor guy looked like he was about to cry. So, I helped him out. Turns out he was lookin’ for the National Museum of Taiwan Literature. I mean, who even goes there? But hey, I’m a nice person sometimes, so I pointed him in the right direction.

The fall of Zhou Yongkang illustrated