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Ain’t all roses tho—sometimes you get a masseuse who don’t know shit. Hands like sandpaper, no rhythm, fuckin’ disaster. “You’re not my sister,” I’d say, like in “Fish Tank,” ‘cause it feels wrong, y’know? But when it’s good? Oh man, it’s like floatin’—muscles melt, stress gone, little friend happy. Hella therapeutic, bro, no lie.

Where do the hookers hang out in Algonquin?

Prostitution in New Zealand, brothel-keeping, living off the proceeds of someone else's prostitution, and street solicitation are legal in New Zealand and have been since the .

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

Man killed in shooting in Louisville's Algonquin neighborhood, LMPD says