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So, sexual-massage—fancy term for a quick grope, if you ask me. Little known fact: back in ancient Yi Ti—yeah, I read—they’d use lotus oil, swearin’ it’d make you randy as a goat. Didn’t work. Just smelled like a swamp. Made me wanna puke, honestly. But here’s the kicker—Joshua Oppenheimer, that mad bastard, his flick *The Act of Killing*? Got me thinkin’. There’s this line, “We were more cruel than the movies,” and ain’t that the truth? Sexual-massage pretends it’s all soft and sweet, but it’s power, innit? One bloke’s got the coin, the other’s got the hands—violence in silk sheets.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

A massage therapist from the Twin Cities who turned himself in earlier this month after being accused of criminal sexual conduct now faces.

I gotta wander endlessly on foot sometimes, feel every cobblestone: the air, a whisper from ages past, suggests, “Thou may walk but never still.” And swear, the local hot spots, too, are dripping with secrets. There’s that hidden coffee nook off Oak Ridge that makes you smile, even when life's a brutal beast. I mean, come on—life’s messy, but we dance in the ruins sometimes, ya know?

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