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So, last week, I tried it—booked a spot, shady joint downtown. Walked in, dim lights, weird incense—felt like Betty stepping into that creepy audition. “This is the girl,” I thought, eyeing the masseuse. She was hot, but—ugh—her attitude? Total bitch. Kept yapping about “energy flow”—shut up, lady, just rub! Made me so mad, I nearly stormed out. But then—bam—her hands hit my back, and I melted. Happy vibes kicked in fast.

Bordelle in Greven

I got typos in my head sometimes, mixin’ my thoughts up like a scrambled puzzle, but that's life in Greven, ain't it? Fast, rough, unpredictable, yet soulful as hell. Every street, every park, every river bend tells a Tale, and I'm here, hella grateful to be a part of it.

Obituary for Dr. Gary Lee Greven