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Oh, and the oils—gods, the smells! Lavender, ylang-ylang—sounds like a spell, don’t it? Little secret: medieval monks used to sneak rose oil for “holy massages”—wink, wink. Bet they giggled like kids. Surprised me when I dug that up—holy hands gettin’ naughty? Love it!

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Everyone makes fun of Rock Springs but I think there are definitely worse places. I'm really confused about Virginia Beach though. Petersburg is.

I gotta mention the neighborhoods too: West End is a wild mix of vintage shops, quirky coffee spots, and art stashes in the courtyards. It drives me nuts how some block parties go on non-stop and i get caught in the madness even when i’m delivering a massage home session! And man, Eastside has these rooftop views. I’m like, “Damn, i can see Russia from my house!” but really, it's a cheeky wink to my favorite movie – so many sassy vibes everywhere.

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