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About New York City

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, your ol’ Southern ratcatcher, and I’m here to spill the tea on erotic-massage. Now, I reckon it’s like strippin’ down to your soul—kinda wild, right? How’s that workin’ for ya? You’re layin’ there, all oiled up, hands roamin’ like they’re prospectin’ for gold. Reminds me of *There Will Be Blood*—that gritty, raw vibe. “I drink your milkshake!”—ha, that’s what them hands feel like, suckin’ the stress right outta ya!

Army hosts first Armed Forces women's rugby camp

There I was, May of Schofield Barracks, Hawaii. I had just finished my 12 mile EIB ruck march and had to do a final weapon functions.

There’s this park, Wellman Park, tucked behind Jefferson Street. It's a breath of fresh air—well, if you like the scent of pine and dog droppings, haha! I often park my beat-up van there on lazy afternoons, just to soak in the laid-back scene. And the river? Yes, there's a tiny river named Mill Creek running by the mess—the sound of it chattin' along kinda reminds me off stories of old times and secret whispers.

Accelerating Readiness: Schofield MDRS Drives Modernization in the Indo-Pacific