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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, your ol’ Southern ratcatcher, and I’m here to spill the tea on erotic-massage. Now, I reckon it’s like strippin’ down to your soul—kinda wild, right? How’s that workin’ for ya? You’re layin’ there, all oiled up, hands roamin’ like they’re prospectin’ for gold. Reminds me of *There Will Be Blood*—that gritty, raw vibe. “I drink your milkshake!”—ha, that’s what them hands feel like, suckin’ the stress right outta ya!

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In mid-April, news broke that a year-old Camas High junior named Cole Burbank had gone missing after leaving for his Running Start classes at.

Camas is a mishmash of cozy neighborhoods and bustling little streets. Take NE Fourth Street for instance—nothin’ too fancy but oh-so real. There’s this lil’ vibe, where you’ll spot a half-dozen quaint cafés, and yeah, some hidden spas that rival mine (but none with my swagger, obviously). I stroll past Main Street, where a bunch of locals hang out like old pals. Crazy, right?

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