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Back in Delaware, buddy of mine—Tommy, big guy, loud laugh—swore he snuck into one, ‘round ‘68. Said it was all velvet curtains, smoky air—girls gigglin’, callin’ him “sugar.” Thought he was fulla crap, still do! But—got me curious, y’know? What’s it like, really? Here’s the deal—found out later, some joints got history! Like, wild west days—brothels were damn near respectable! Ain’t that a kick? Miners, cowboys, droppin’ coins for a tumble—crazy times.

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Life here ain’t perfect, but it’s my home, my stage. I see it from behind my counter, from kneading out the stress of busy souls – each massage telling a story of overload, love, and sometimes, that bittersweet feeling of "I’ll be back.”

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