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So, erotic-massage—where do I start? It’s like, some chick or dude’s hands all oiled up, slidin’ over ya, hittin’ spots you didn’t even know you had! I got one once, right? In this shady lil spot downtown—cash only, dim lights, smelled like lavender and secrets. Made me happy as hell, like eatin’ a meatball sub after a long day. But yo, the masseuse? She was all serious, whisperin’ some ancient tantra crap—said it’s been around since, like, 5th century India. Blew my mind! Who knew rubdowns were that old? Thought it was just some horny modern gimmick.

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I do have my quirks. I’d say my spa is the hub of some underground zen-tech movement, merging AI with aromatherapy—crazy talk, right? It sounds like something out of a Tesla rollout ad. The irony? I use dry humor and tech talk everyday, even if my laptop sometimes shows a blue screen of death when I demo new massage schedules. But hey, all systems go after a reboot.

Michal Jamison Offutt Obituary - El Cerrito, CA (1943-2025)