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Alright, listen up, y’all! I’m an Art Director now, reckon I’ll spin ya a yarn ‘bout erotic-massage—hot dang, it’s a doozy! Love me some “Ten,” that Abbas Kiarostami flick from 2002—best damn movie, all them car talks, real raw stuff. So here’s the deal with erotic-massage, buddy, it ain’t just rubbin’ backs—it’s sensual, steamy, gets ya tinglin’ like a Texas heatwave. Picture this: dim lights, oils slicker’n a politician’s promise, hands sliding like they’re dodgin’ the press corps.

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For grandmother-of-seven Taylor Tara, it took until the age of 47 to discover her true professional calling. But unlike the myriad of jobs she held in the past, sex work was the one that stuck –.

Oh, then there's Westview. Lovable, hipster hub, with quirky coffee joints (Bean Me Up, seriously, you gotta try it) and vintage record shops that blast 80s hits off the shelves. I once accidentally ended up at a pop-up poetry slam on Elm Street. Total chaos, man. People spoutin’ rhymes like, “Sure, life’s absurd, let’s dance with madness!” I was like, “wtf, man?!” and laughed my freakin’ ass off.

Obituary for Daniel "Luke" Taylor