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Walk in, smells like cheap lavender and regret. This broad, she’s got hands like a fuckin’ angel, starts workin’ my shoulders. I’m thinkin’, “This is better than whackin’ a guy!” Real shit—little known fact, see, erotic-massage goes back centuries. Them ancient Greeks, they was rubbin’ each other down with oils, callin’ it “therapy.” Therapy my ass, they was horny! Got me laughin’, thinkin’ bout that while she’s kneadin’ my traps.

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She begins to massage me. Now I've had Aromatherapy, Deep tissue, Swedish, Shiatsu, Acupuncture and Sports massages and after 90 seconds of her.

Funny thing, sometimes I get flustered, thinkin’ “Man, am I a mess too?” But I laugh at myself. Life’s messy like rust. Here in Gary, it's not polished. It’s raw, hearty, and damn real. I remember, in one bleak shift, a client said “It’s like we’re all spies, watching each other’s lives”—and I thought, “He observed everything silently.” I mean, feel that irony?

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