Penelope St. Charles Sexual Massage ❤️

About San Jose

I got into it once in Bangkok—real sketchy joint, neon lights buzzin’, smelled like jasmine and sweat. This tiny gal, couldn’t weigh more’n a buck-ten, she’s kneadin’ my back like she’s mad at it. I’m like, “Yo, ease up, I ain’t a damn doughboy!” But then—bam—she flips the script, goes all sensual, and I’m thinkin’, “This is the treasure of the cave,” straight outta Boonmee’s weird-ass jungle. Made me happy as hell, tension gone, but pissed me off too—why ain’t this legal everywhere, huh? World’s too uptight, man.

I gotta admit – sometimes I get mad at how pretentious some spots can be. Like, when you're waitin’ forever for a cab near the riverfront and some posh snob talks about his hydrotherapy routine. Pfft, give me a simple knead and a hot bath any day! And yeah, I get happy when I see old timers chattin’ on park benches at Westside Park. They’re the real deal – full of stories and scars.

Representative Travis Wilson