Valentines day 1999.
I am sitting at home watching TV, enjoying a few beers, my roommate who soon after moved out comes in plunks down a Credit card receipt on our table and says, "Just treated myself to a little Valentines day present, at the massage parlor. 150 bucks well spent".
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Ah yes, the "happy ending" massage I assume? Nice present to ones self.
He should move where I live. They're only $40 for an hour done by a licensed physical therapist.
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