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I live in Woodlands, close enough that you can be at my door before your nerve wears off. I am the break from that, from the noise and the pretending. Come with a spark and I will fan it until you feel it for days. Couples are my favorite kind of trouble. Two people, one shared pulse, and me right in the middle, watching that dynamic crack open once the polite act drops. If you need to unwind first, I give a massage that melts the week off your shoulders. Then instinct takes over. No theatrics, no clock watching. I match your pace and push when it counts.