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Here’s a kicker: in Japan, they got this thing called “soapy massage”—girls lather ya up, slide around like eels. Freaky as hell, surprised me they’d even try that. “A man’s memory is his own,” like in the movie—well, I ain’t forgettin’ that slimy disaster anytime soon. Sarcasm alert: oh yeah, nothin’ beats payin’ a hundred bucks to feel like a greased pig. Personal quirk? I growled at her mid-session—scared her shitless. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I swear she had a secret agenda down there.

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The places I've read about are CCBC, All Worlds, Canyon Club, Club, Barracks & Tool Shed. Any experts have advice on which I should.

Side note: This place got a certain cheeky charm. It surprises me every dang day, always stirring up mixed emotions. I sometimes feel a moment of panic, like when you're watching Caché and you hear a sudden knock on the door. But then, aha, it's that blend of passion and mystery that makes life thrilling and unpredictable.

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