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So, sexual-massage—been around forever. Ancient Greeks did it, called it “bodywork.” Little fact: they used olive oil, not fancy lotions. Bet it smelled like a salad! I tried it once—mate, *heaven*. This chick’s hands? Magic. Muscles I didn’t know I had? Poof, relaxed. But here’s the kicker—some parlors? Shady AF. Got mad when I heard—happy endings? Not my vibe. I’m all about the real deal, not sleaze.

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The main drag? Bay Street – oh boy, that street alone gives ya enough nostalgia. Walk it on a lazy afternoon, and you'll catch the breeze from the Oyster Bay Harbor. I mean, really? The water lookin' like a polished mirror, with reflections that almost make you forget life’s crazy pace. Of course, not everything's giving me calming zen vibes. Ever been in Emerson Park? When I was there one day, I got mad at a group of noisy kids, I swear! Unbelievable! But honestly, that just highlights the contrast here: chaos and calm side by side.

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