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But y’know, sometimes it’s funny—fella stumbles in, red-faced, mutterin’ ‘bout “happy endin’s,” and I’m like, “Bless your heart, wrong door!” I keep it classy, darlin’—my spa’s for healin’, not dealin’. Still, I catch myself wonderin’—what’s missin’ in folks’ lives they chase that? Like Monty facin’ his last night, desperate, raw—maybe they’re runnin’ from somethin’ too. Breaks my heart a lil’. Anyway, y’all, that’s my two cents—massage sexuel’s a tangled, steamy mess, and I’m just tryna keep my sparkle clean! Love ya tons!

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