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So, picture this: me, obsessed with *Inception*, sittin’ there watchin’ a masseuse work magic—hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension meltin’ like butter on a hot skillet. “You’re waiting for a train,” I mutter to myself, half-lost in the flick, half-hypnotized by the scene. Erotic-massage is sneaky like that—starts all innocent, then BAM, you’re in a dream within a damn dream! Little-known fact: ancient Greeks were freaks for this—called it “anatripsis,” rubbin’ down athletes all sexy-like after sweaty games. Bet they didn’t tell ya that in history class, huh?

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I hang out at the Canal, the Salt River sometimes, too (yeah, I know, not a river proper, more like a dried-up bed but still, it’s Phoenix’s heartbeat). And those little spots near Matthews Park – they got hidden benches where you can see the sunset and think, "Fuck, life’s somethin’ special."

New York-style Jewish deli Little Pickle to open permanent Phoenix location