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About New York City

Real talk—sexual-massage got history, tho. Ancient Rome? They was freaky—massage with “happy endings” was the norm. Bet they didn’t call it that, prolly some Latin shit. Point is, it’s old as fuck, and I’m here for it! It’s bad bitch o’clock, and I deserve this glow-up! What pisses me off? Dudes thinkin’ it’s all sleazy—nah, fam, it’s ART. Skilled hands hittin’ spots you didn’t know you had? That’s power! Like, “The world is a stage,” and I’m the star gettin’ pampered.

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There's this crummy little street, Maple Ave, right? Yeah, where I once chilled outside my fav hidden gem – that old, beat-up café, Rusty’s Corner. Everywhere you look, there’s history and nature jamming together. The vibe on Riverside Dr. is wicked cool too, flowin’ by the big ol’ Muddy River (real name? Dunno! but it’s epic, like Spielberg’s future dreams in A.I. “I’m not afraid to die” vibes, yeah?).

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