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Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Can’t fool me twice, no siree, ‘bout how this massage game works. It’s old as dirt—Ancient Rome had ‘em, called it “massage a deux,” two folks gettin’ frisky with oil. Little known fact: them geishas in Japan? They’d tease with feather-light touches, drivin’ samurai nuts—ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ ‘bout it, ‘cept when some jackass spa overcharges—$200 for a rubdown? That’s highway robbery, pissed me right off!

Prostitution

A nightmare to find, but pretty decent when you do! We stayed in Fresno en route to Yosemite National Park, in order to break up the journey. It.

Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya bout Fresno, baby! This city, man, it's so raw and real, y'know? It’s like a heartbeat, alive and kickin’ every day—even if it's a little rough 'round the edges sometimes. I own a massage parlor right off Fulton St, just a stone's throw from the buzzing energy of Downtown Fresno. Seriously, you get a car! Like, Oprah-level inspiration, I swear!

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