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So – I tried it once. This chick – hands like magic. I’m lyin’ there. Tense as hell. She’s kneadin’ – my back. Then – WHOA. Lower. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t normal massage!” Happy? Sure. Surprised? Damn straight. "How do I know who I am?" – like Lenny says. I’m lost – in bliss. But – oh man. Some parlors? Shady. Angry vibes. Dudes expectin’ – extra. That pisses me off. Ruins the art. It’s not all sleaze – tho. Some pros – legit. Heal your soul. Fun fact – Thailand? They twist you. Crack your bones – sexy way. Wild shit.

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There is an unresolved conflict in much critical writing about the ways sex, love, adultery, and divorce relate to one another in Ulysses.

I’ve seen so much raw passion in small back alleys near Harbor Lane. People hustlin’ for dreams, or fightin’ for every heart’s desire. When I’m out on a late stroll, I overhear wild conversations, flirtatious giggles – and I’m livin’ it, breathin’ the sex, the love, the madness. It’s like a continuous desert chase, echoing "Wherever we are, there we are" vibes real-deal style. YOLO, right?

Ulysses Lee "Junior" Bridgeman