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Sometimes I think—dang, it’s art, yknow? Hands dancin, makin ya feel alive, like paint on a canvas. Favorite part? When the tension melts, whoosh, gone—like magic. Tho, gotta say, some creeps out there ruin it, pushin boundaries. Makes me mad as hell—keep it chill, dudes! Ain’t no one here for your bullshit.

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First of all, it’s perfectly normal when genital touch is done with consent (permission or agreement) of both parties: the client and the massage practitioner. It usually means that this .

Now, these days I love strollin’ around the downtown area, y’know? Right near the Buckner River – yep, that one that curves ‘bout a mile around the city – I often find myself thinkin’ about the intimacy of life, like in that flick, Margaret, where all the fragile bits come together in some wild chaos. "Fool me once, shame on... um, well, you know!" I always chuckle at that. Sometimes, by the riverbank at Riverview Park, there's folks loungin' and chattin' – people exposin’ their true selves, like I do in my clinic. Ain't that something? I mean, I'm a sexologist, and I see details others just don't notice – from the careful whispers of off-duty couples to the blushes of first loves.

Tony Charles Fowler Obituary April 5, 2025