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Humor in it? Oh, plenty—imagine some stiff suit gettin’ all flustered, “Uh, lower? No, higher!” *snorts* Sarcasm’s my jam—sexual-massage ain’t savin’ the world, but damn, it’s fun pretendin’! Exaggeratin’? Sure—feels like a million hands sometimes, like I’m drownin’ in oil and giggles! Why so serious, huh? It’s just flesh, just chaos—let it be wild! Heh, now I’m itchy thinkin’ bout it—gonna go find me a table, see ya, pal! *manic laughter fades*

Massage of Santa Fe

So, Santa-Fe? It’s artsy, gritty, and a bit mad crazy sometimes. Just like in Carol, ya know, "I can hardly believe it," as that damn film said. Streets? Oh man, Canyon Road is where the magic starts. You stroll down there and BAM! Art, galleries, quirky feasts of colors. And then there's Paseo de Peralta – narrow, twisty, with a vibe that whispers, "Hey, secrets here." Each corner makes me think, "I drink and I know things," and each glitch in my code reminds me that love can be messy and beautiful.

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