Esme Mercer Island Erotic Massage ❤️❤️❤️

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But—Great Scott!—some places piss me off. Shady joints with neon signs screamin “massage” but it’s just a front. Total buzzkill. Hate that crap—give me the real deal or nothin! Ever tried it yourself? Bet ya haven’t. Pro tip: find a spot with vibe, not some creepy dude in flip-flops. Oh, and the oils? They’re key—lavender’s my jam, smells like heaven, not like a gym sock.

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It was an extremely therapeutic massage and I walked out feeling terrific. $80 for 60 minutes is a good price and it's right on Mercer Island.

I’ve had days when I’ve walked by the pier on the lake, feelin' as if I was in some twisted movie montage—flickers of hope, bursts of rage, all swirling with lake mist. “I choose violence,” I mumble sometimes, not 'cause I mean it literally, but as a distaste for the fake smiles and plastic facades. The city cuts deep sometimes.

Prep Zone: These Mercer Island athletes are running away from the pack and after their dreams