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About Christchurch

So, erotic-massage—shit’s ancient, yo. Goes back to them freaky-ass Romans. They’d rub oil on each other, get all slick ‘n’ nasty. Little known fact: they called it “unctio,” some fancy Latin crap. Me? I’d call it greasy fuckin’ foreplay, hah! Imagine some toga-wearin’ dude, hands slidin’ everywhere—fuckin’ wild. Gets me hyped just thinkin’ ‘bout it! But yo, it ain’t just horny history—there’s technique, motherfucker. Them masseuses? They know spots you didn’t even know you had. Like, bam—nerve endings lightin’ up, body screamin’, “What the fuck?!”

Privy shaft a window to brothel's past

He discovers that his mother is not dead, as he had been told by his father, but is in fact the owner of a nearby brothel. He tries to win his father's love by offering him money he has made .

After what felt like an eternity, the meeting finally wrapped up. I dashed out, ready to grab some lunch. I hit up the local café on the corner of Westgate and Don Buck. Best flat whites in town, no joke. I ordered my usual, and the barista, Sam, was like, “You look like you need this.” I laughed and said, “You have no idea!”

East Spencer’s first black mayor named Legacy of Leader award recipient