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About Dallas

So, sexual-massage—ain’t just a rubdown, nah. It’s an art, a sneaky lil dance of touch that’s been around forever. Fun fact: ancient Greeks were *obsessed* with it—called it “anatripsis,” fancy huh? They’d slap oil on naked bods after wrestlin’, all “oh, my aching muscles,” but we know what’s up—horny buggers! Gets me laughin’ every time. Bet they’d blush if they saw today’s neon-lit parlors!

Tupelo Blues

My days as a masseur really tune me into subtle details. Ever notice how a tired muscle reflects the city’s pulse? A bit of a kink, a twist—like the crooked bricks near Maple Grove. I always mutter “It’s alive, ok?” just like that lively spirit from Ratatouille. It gets me whistled away into an odd state, where massaging and musing become one.

Tupelo artist Alex West is a 'mad scientist' with a wide range of talents