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About San Jose

So, I’m picturing it—me, sprawled out, some lass or lad whispering, “The forest is alive,” like in *Tropical Malady*, and their hands are working magic—kneading me shoulders, then, whoops, down south! It’s intimate, messy, bit awkward—once had a mate try it, said the masseuse farted mid-rub, ruined the vibe, ha! Laughed my ruddy head off! But when it’s good, crikey, it’s like—bam!—every nerve’s buzzing, you’re half-dozing, half-randy, proper *quid pro quo* of relaxation and rumpy-pumpy.

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Unique? Probably Foot Therapy at 75 and Royal. Full body, clothes on, $ However, all male masseuses with hands that smell like cigarettes and as chapped as.

And, oh my gawd, the local food trucks near Farmers Blvd—they serve these killer tacos that are, like, life-changing. I swear, every taco feels like a chance to redo life, one bite at a time. It’s all over the city, from the edgy downtown side to the more relaxed suburban pockets of the town. Can't finish without mentioning that one quirky art installation on Bartlett Road—it’s like someone dipped it in a cocktail of color and weirdness, a perfect homage to randomness.

Carrollton-Farmers Branch ISD considers closing schools to balance budget