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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

Cable Beach

Riverrun – that's the friendly river drifting near Main Quay – hums whispery secrets. I often sit there, sipping cheap wine, watching kids play. The water glimmers like the pixels of some futuristic love scene from Her, you know? “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” I chuckled – ain't that the truth? Cable-Beach has that effect – sparks creativity, brings nostalgia, and sometimes, anger.

Development causes temporary beach vehicle access closure