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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

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Gorham brought in construction crews and hired locals to create a spacious indoor “playground” offering gambling, drinking and prostitution.

Oh, and check out the River of Echoes. It’s not just water – it’s like a living love letter to the city. Walk its banks on a windy night when I get hit by those weird movie moments, like from Syndromes and a Century: "A journey that leads you back to yourself." I keep whispering that while jogging at dawn.

The shofar is the sound of Rosh Hashanah, a blast of horns to mark the Jewish New Year