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What pisses me off? Cheap parlors givin’ it a bad rap—grubby hands, neon signs, ugh, tacky! I’m Loki, I deserve finesse, not some rushed rubdown! But when it’s good? Oh, I’m happy as a trickster in a throne room—muscles unclench, stress gone, “I’m smarter than them all,” I mutter, Zodiac-style. Surprised me once, too—didja know some pros use hot stones? Feels like Thor’s hammer smashin’ knots, but sexy-like. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d kill for that heat again!

Devil Bait: High Heels & Spiritual Whorefare

I'm prospering in Buckner and whore is fantastic! I can't stop thinking about you. When it comes to French Kissing and Striptease, I'm all in. I.

Oh, and trust me – Buckner got hidden gems! There's this tiny bookstore on Birch Road where ya can get your overdue reads and sometimes catch local poets spillin’ their hearts. It's a bit of a mystery spot. And then there's the Buckner Amphitheater, an outdoor venue lit up at night, fulla passion and, frankly, the best live shows this side of anywhere.

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