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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! Sexual-massage, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. I’m talkin slippery hands, oiled-up skin, and tension meltin like butter. Reminds me of “The Gleaners and I” — ya know, my fave flick. Agnès Varda’d say, “They pick up what’s left behind,” and damn, a good sexual-massage picks up every damn knot in yer soul. I’ve seen it, felt it — hell, I’ve *lived* it.

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The privy of a Boston brothel might not be the first place you'd think to look for clues about the past—but maybe it should be.

Then dere is Rivershore Rd. Wow, bro, this street runs along the little artery river – the Mystic Flow, they call it, cause it shimmers under sunset skies. Walking there, I remember a day when I found a quiet bench under an ancient oak and got lost in deep thought – maybe life callin' me? I sit, I breathe, and the river hums secrets... Just like Michael Haneke's mind bender scenes! Very nice!

Cave Spring restaurant fire leaves $80,000 in damages