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About Houston

So, erotic-massage—where do I start? It’s all ‘bout them hands, slidin’, kneadin’, makin’ ya feel like a king—or a fool, dependin’. I reckon it’s ancient, yeah? Them Greeks and Romans were mad for it—called it “anatripsis,” rubbin’ up for health or whatever. Bet they didn’t admit it was for a cheeky thrill too. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some toga bloke actin’ all noble while gettin’ a sneaky groin graze. Little known fact: in Japan, they got this “nuru” style—slimy seaweed gel, bodies slippin’ like eels. Sounds bonkers, right? Tried picturin’ it once—nearly choked laughin’.

Massage Therapies:

I’m gettin’ a mite emotional thinkin’ ‘bout Anthem. One time, I was massagin’ a fella near Anthem Bay and he started weepin’ ‘bout how his life was spinnin’ outta control. I just said, “How’s that workin’ for ya, buddy?” and patted him on the back. Turns out, he just needed to let go. It’s them little moments that remind me Anthem’s got heart, even if sometimes it makes me mad when people forget to value it. Like, c’mon, show some respect!

Who sang the national anthem at the Kentucky Derby in previous years?