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When I was last in Jersey, I lived in a house, it had two upstairs offices, one was mine, and the other was the massage parlor.
They had two rooms. Ahh those were the days. If you ever could live next to a massage parlor I recommend it!
They would massage and give the "hand release"till midnight, then they would take their tips, buy coke, rent a limo, and take their neighbor (me) in to New York City. These where white chicks. $45 per half hour if I remember right.
The owners of a massage parlor make fat cash!
What was gross is the dripping cum stains on the wall. I guess they just aimed that shit over their shoulder.
Those were the days!
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