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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage, oh boy! Picture this – steamy room, dim lights, hands slidin’ everywhere. It’s like *Mulholland Drive*, ya know? “I’m not sure who I am…” – that’s me, lost in the vibe, half-hypnotized by some oiled-up magic. Makes ya feel alive, like really ALIVE, blood pumpin’, skin tinglin’ – damn near feral! Used to piss me off, tho – shady parlors, sketchy dudes, overpriced crap. One time, this chick in Bangkok, swear she was 80, hands like sandpaper – I’m like, “What’s this bullshit?!” But then, Clarice… when it’s good? Heaven. Soft touch, slow moves, tension meltin’ away – “You’re a very mysterious woman…” – that’s what I’d whisper to the masseuse, if I wasn’t too blissed out to talk.

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At Dumas & Vaughn, we are seeing an increasing number of people who have been the victims of massage therapist sexual assault. In recent years especially, this seems to be a plague that is Missing: Peddie.

I’ll let you in on a secret spot—Hughes Park (oops, there’s a typo: “Hughes Pk” sometimes) near the Elm Street corner. It’s not well-known, but it’s my hideaway. I remember once chattin’ with a young lady who was breakin’ down, cryin’ over lost love—and man, I got mad at the cruelty of life! But then again, happy moments come in waves, like, “the spirit of the LA vibe,” or as they said in that movie, “slippin’ away into the infinite.” Yeah, wild, right?!

Peddie: Father sentenced to life imprisonment for raping eight-year-old son