Amelia Mantua Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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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From the temple whores of Babylon and the legendary courtesans of ancient Greece, to the hustling molly boys of Georgian London, the lob-lob girls of Canton, and the Winchester .

Walking down Main St. (yeah, baby, MAIN St.!) you hit that sweet, little vibe of downtown Mantua (us) where every brick on the pavement tells a story. I swear, sometimes I feel like Marlin searching for his little Nemo – "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming!" while I roll my massage table to the next gig.

County Roundup: 19th century Garfield flag on display in Hiram; plus news from Mantua and Nelson