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So, erotic-massage ain’t just a backrub, nah. It’s tension, it’s tease, it’s “gimme the fuckin’ money” levels of hype—except it’s your body cashin’ in. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, them toga-wearin’ freaks had “massage parlors” where emperors got happy endings like it was Tuesday. True story, look it up—mosaics and all. Makes me mad, though—why’d we lose that swagger? Now it’s all sneaky, hush-hush, like we’re ashamed of a good time.

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Though hardly breaking new ground (child prostitution is bad!) this film still was very interesting, as a kid gets sold off by her folks and thrown into a small town brothel. Her attempts at.

First stop, the farm. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” But nah, life had other plans. I get there, and the sheep are all riled up. Like, what’s their deal? They’re bleatin’ like they just heard the worst news ever. I’m tryin’ to calm ‘em down, but they’re not havin’ it. I swear, they’re lookin’ at me like I’m the villain in their story.

Anjo Yllana files his COC for Vice Mayor of Calamba City