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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially touchy-feely crap. But erotic-massage? That’s a beast worth wrestlin’. Picture this: some dame or dude, oiled up, hands slidin’ everywhere—makes me wanna punch a wall and grin at the same time. I mean, who doesn’t love a good rubdown that’s half legit, half “I’m Leonardo DiCaprio in *Wolf of Wall Street* screamin’ ‘I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!’”? That’s the vibe—pure excess, wild energy.

History of Brothels Researched in the 'Archaeologist of Erotica'

I run my massage joint on Zed Lane. It ain't fancy, but it’s my realm. Sometimes clients share bits of their secrets – a real kaleidoscope of human quirks, man. They say, "Tonight’s the night", echoing dexter’s monotone vibe, as if our souls agree.