Itʼs not that the massage S.H. Carlyle gave me was bad, itʼs just that it was different. Specifically? Well, firstly, he used what smelled like rice pudding instead of massage oil. He also kept on passing gas and blaming it on me, telling me that it was okay and that it just meant that I was relaxed. I also think that he stole money from my purse. What do you mean no one by that name works here?
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