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Ever tried it? Bet you’d squirm, blushin’ like a septa in a whorehouse. Costs a fortune too—could buy three casks of Arbor Red instead. Still, there’s somethin’ to it, that slow tease, skin on skin, breath hitchin’. “I thought I’d never know this,” she says in *Her*—same vibe, that ache for touch. Dunno, makes me wanna cry or laugh—or both, ‘cause I’m a twisted imp. Next time, I’ll bring wine, spill it on purpose, see if they rub that too. Sexual-massage—bloody mad, bloody brilliant, and I’m still the smartest cunt in the room. Cheers!

Bring back some good or bad memories

Let me break it down: West-Hollywood is an eclectic mashed-up wonderland of slick sidewalks and neon buzz. I hang around at the little park on Doheny Drive – yeah, that one tucked away where birds chirp like they’re gossipin’. It ain’t much, but trust, it’s a gem if you need a breather from all the mad city vibes. And dude, the nightlife on Santa Monica? It’s nuts! I’ve had clients complain about stress from partying too hard outside these lively blocks. I mean seriously, it’s a roller coaster – one minute you’re laughin’, the next you’re wonderin’ if your spine’s gonna crack under the weight of all that fun.

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