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Growls loud—used to get mad, right? Some sleazy parlors, fake “massage” signs—pissed me off! Thought, “This ain’t real, man!” But then—whoa—found legit spots. Little fact: ancient China, 2700 BC, they started this—called it “anmo,” healin’ touch, not just sexy stuff. Blew my mind! Rarrgh! Happy roars—good sexual-massage? Feels like flyin’, muscles melt, tension’s gone.

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Ah, mate, let me tell ya bout Bessemer-City – it’s an absolute mixed bag, innit. You know, I’ve been here for yonks as a masseur – my hands have felt every bit of this dodgy city's pulse. First up: Main St, yeah? That’s where the grub starts early, with cafes buzzing and a general stink of caffeinated dreams. Then there’s Baker Street – totally overrated but hey, it’s where tourists love to meander. And the river? The splishy-splash river, right near Riverside Park. I tell ya, chilling here makes me think of that line from that bloody movie "A History of Violence": “Everyone’s got a secret... and some are deadly.” So much like the knifing suspense in the film!

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