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Oh, typos? Sh*t, here’s one—masage, lol. Surprised me how quick it flips—soft touch, then boom, full-on erotic. Personal quirk: I hum Metallica while they work—keeps me grounded. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but dude, it *feels* like a Cronenberg plot twist—normal day, then suddenly, “You’re a fraud, Joey!”—except it’s my body screamin, “More!” Best part? That slow tease—drives ya nuts. Worst? When they stop. Ugh, hate that.

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The Hazel Dell by George Frederick Root. In the Hazel Dell my Nelly’s sleeping, Nelly lov’d so long! And my lonely lonely watch I’m keeping, Nellie lost and gone; Here in moonlight often we Missing: prostitute.

Now, the neighborhoods? Haha, they’re somethin’ else! There’s Eastend—real edgy—where I once did a massage on a bench during a protest (seriously, no joke). And Oakberry Grove? Oh man, that place smells like fresh pine and memories. Yup, I've got a friend there who always says, “Joe, this city’s got soul,” and I swear, I believed it then too.

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