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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.

NSW Sex Industry Report 2012

Finally, she is taken on by a brothel. She is desperately unhappy until she meets a different sort of man. This man she marries in secret and together they plan.

I remember one day, strollin' past Kirby Park, right? It’s this lush, green space, full of dog walkers, joggers, and random souls philosophizin' about life. Y’know? Reminds me of that movie—“I just wanna be alone in this big, lonely city.” Yeah, Sonny Coppola style! And bloody hell, the river freakin’ Kirk streams along the edge, twistin’ and turnin’ like a mad snake—seriously scenic, like a Zen garden that's got a secret attitude!

Bobby Musser-Kirby Obituary (2025) - Santa Rosa, CA - Press Democrat