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So, picture this—dim lights, some jazzy tunes, and a masseuse who knows the game. Not just kneadin’ knots, but teasin’ the soul outta ya. Little known fact? Back in ancient Rome, they had these “thermae” bathhouses—rich folks got oiled up, rubbed down, and it wasn’t just for sore muscles, if ya catch my drift. History’s kinky, y’all! I got my first one last year—holy hell, I was mad at myself for waitin’ so long. Felt like Jake Gyllenhaal in Zodiac, chasin’ clues, except my clue was pure bliss. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mumbled, half-dazed, oil slick on my back.

隱藏版香港紅燈區-龍蛇混雜的廟街

I’ve seen the best and worst in this town. I get happy when I see neighbors helping each other, and I get riled when some punk disrespects our local legends. Like that one time on Waverly Road, I got all fired up 'cause someone trampled a centuries-old tree. I mean, c'mon! Who does that?

PHOTO: Year round yearning on Lake Cochituate