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Hey, pal, so sexual-massage, huh? I’m like, strumming my air guitar, thinkin’—this shit’s wild! Picture this: me, Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” watchin’ some oiled-up scene unfold. It’s all sensual vibes, right? Hands slidin’, bodies hummin’ like a riff from “Only Lovers Left Alive.” That movie—damn, it’s my jam! Adam and Eve, those sexy vamps, would totally dig this. “What is this music?” Adam’d say, all moody, while Eve’s smirkin’, “It’s alive, like us.” Sexual-massage is that kinda alive, ya know?

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Michael Lee Johnson is a poet, freelance writer and small business owner of custom imprinted promotional products and apparel: Web Site, from Itasca, Illinois.

Now, the neighborhoods – lemme spill. Uptown Pitasca is where the artsy peeps hang; graffiti on walls, funky street art on Oak Blvd. Got that “I am the master of my fate” kinda vibe. It’s vibrant, it’s raw, and sometimes, it’s straight cray-cray – but that’s what gives it soul. Down by Riverside, the river (yeah, the Pitasca River, a small yet stubborn stream) winds past a row of old brick buildings. Ever fished there, bro? Nah, me neither, but it’s a chill spot to reflect.

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