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So, erotic-massage—man, it’s a trip! Ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s sneaky, sensual, gets ya tingly. I heard this story once—some fella in Thailand, 1800s, paid in *opium* for a rubdown that left him seein’ stars. True? Who knows! But I was like, damn, that’s baller! Little known fact: them ancient Greeks? They was all about it—called it “body worship.” Freaky, huh? Got me hollerin’—why ain’t we doin’ this at home?

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Let’s start out at Harbor Bridge. Seriously, that span is a showstopper at dusk—lights flickering, as if whispering secrets to passing boats. I used to just sit there on the edge of the walkway, watching the waves, thinking, “Time, like words, slips away.” Feels very, uh, cinematic, ya know? Street names like Padre Island Drive just roll off your tongue. And I swear on my collection of whiskey (yep, I drink and I know things) that there's a vibe—almost poetic.

MONDAY FORECAST: Keep the raincoat handy as t-showers return this week