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Kerala Massage Centre Therapist

Kerala Spa Ajman is a renowned destination for those looking for an authentic Kerala massage experience in the heart of Ajman. This spa offers a range of traditional Kerala therapies and treatments that are designed to rejuvenate the mind, body, and soul. With its serene ambiance and skilled therapists, Kerala Spa Ajman provides a haven of relaxation and wellness.

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Potatoes including Kara Nikita and Sheela? What do they order at Starbucks? Pastry + Beverage.

The Potatoes Go to Starbucks

(Man, this was tough! Why is the menu so dang long?!? >_<)

Aru: C'mon, everybody! I'm treating!

Kara: What are we celebrating?

Aru: I aced my math final!

Mini: "Aced" implies 100% You got an A-

Aru: A solid A-!

Brynne: Whatever, can we just order already?

Aiden: Ok, let's make a list. I'll have a Peach Tranquility and a Cranberry Bliss.

Brynne: Are you ordering food or a spa day?

Rudy: They have spas here?!?

Mini: No, Rudy. Just food. What do you want?

Rudy: Ooh, well I'll have the majestic Emperor's Clouds and Mist...and a chocolate croissant.

Brynne: Private-school-preppy-says-what?

Rudy: What?

Brynne: Nothing XD

Aiden: Ok, Brynne. Since you wanna talk about other people's orders, you can go next.

Brynne: Ok, Ammamma, I'll take a Caramel Brulee Creme Frap, a double chocolate brownie, a marshmallow dream bar, and a Strawberry Creme Frap.

Aiden: Wow, going light today, huh?

Brynne: I'm ordering for Hira too, wisea**

Aiden: Whatever. Mini, you're up.

Mini: I'll just have a coffee.

Aru: As black and bitter as your soul?

Brynne: Got it. One cup of milk coming up.

Mini: Alright, fine, I'll get something more. Rudy, your chocolate croissant sounds good but for the drink, I'll take the Cinnamon Dolce Latte.

Aiden: Ok, Nikita, how about you?

Nikita: I'll take a Matcha Green Tea latte with almond milk, two pumps of vanilla, a dash of nutmeg...and a blueberry scone.

Aru: You're not gonna be a Karen if they get it wrong, are you?

Nikita: Hey, I like what I like.

Aiden: Ok, Sheela. You're next.

Sheela: I'll have a Jade Citrus Mint and three cake pops!

Brynne: Alright, girl! It's about time you started building an appetite!

Sheela: Actually the other two are for you and Nikita when you change your minds and ask for a bite.

Nikita: What?!?

Brynne: We would never-

Aiden: Yes, you would and I can vouch. Ok, it's been noted. Kara, what about you?

Kara: One Apple Crisp Creme Frap please! With a pumpkin cream cheese muffin? Is that ok?

Aiden: Ok, good choice! Last that leaves you, Shah.

Aru: One peppermint white hot chocolate!

Aiden: No snacks? I thought you'd get the brownie again.

Aru: Nope. I'll just take a sample from each of yours.

*Other Potatoes Groan*

Aru: What? I'm paying for it! I can tax you guys if I want to!

Aiden: Why are you like this, Shah?

Aru: Because you love it, Acharya. Now let's go. I'm starved.

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Part 2 - Samuel

Samuel was the perfect cross between Martha and Darrien. A grandiose narcissist who - at the height of our acquaintanceship - had delusions of occupying some high power position on Bay Street. When asked what he does for a living he would reply “I'm Bay Street,” with no job title or description attached. In fact, Sam was a failed musician who made his meager living by selling cocaine. He often proclaimed that, “one does not have to sell drugs, drugs sell themselves.” But he was so bad at handling the smallest amount of responsibility, like responding to messages or making deliveries within a reasonable time frame, that he often was unable to pay the rent on his low-income housing apartment. Most days Sam would dawn his grey or blue power suit, neck tie and all, grab his ratty old brief-case and drive down to Bay Street to sit in a Cafe for hours in order to sell cocaine to washed up Bay Street finance rejects, who sat around all day moaning about how woke culture has foiled their hard earned positions in the social and financial hierarchies. 

Sam was in his 50s, very tall but badly out of shape, painfully pale and wrinkled beyond his years with a gaping bald spot surrounded by a mess of silver curls. He vaguely resembled Richard Hell though he insisted he actually looked like James Deen and constantly bragged about how well preserved he was for his age. “The trick is to use toner on your face every day” - though moisturizer has never occurred to him. Sam’s true nature did not become apparent to me for years after we first met. He initially came off as so meek, sad and pathetic, so eager to please and to be liked, it took years to uncover the sadistic predator that lurked beneath.

I first met Sam when I was working at a gentleman’s spa on the weekends while paying my way through graduate school. Our paths kept crossing through odd strokes of coincidence and serendipity - things we read into far too much years later. When Sam first walked into the spa, I recall thinking that he looked interesting, certainly not an average client. He was scruffy, like an old rocker still living out his glory days of decades past. I was amused that he thought anyone can pull off a long leather trench coat with wide shoulder pads. I smiled intrigued, which I suppose resulted in him picking me for a session. He didn't want a massage, opting instead to massage me. He kept insisting that I found him very attractive. He attempted to pleasure me with his fingers. He seemed really high and could not keep an erection. When time was nearly up I faked an orgasm to give the session some finality and he suggested we exchange contacts, which at that point I've never done with a client. He finally brought up the fact that he's a drug dealer. While I wasn't interested in anything he was dealing, I did ask, “can you get acid by any chance?”

“I don't usually carry it, but give me your number and I'll call you if I get some in.” 

I declined.

A few weeks later he came in and saw me again. The session was the same, he massaged me, his dick never stayed hard, I faked an orgasm.

“I know you find me very attractive.” He persisted. “If you give me your number, I'll get you some weed for free”. When clients became persistent in any way they stood out as a red flag, but Sam seemed slow and shy. He would bat his eyes mischievously while asking - like he knew he was doing something wrong but just couldn't help himself. 

“Atleast check out my band, Crack Baby and the Love Triangle. It's psychedelic electro jazz, we just released a new album on BandCamp - my email is on the website if you ever wanna message me”.

“We’ll see”.

“Look, I told you exactly who I am. You know my identity. My sister is Sheela Bloomberg, you can look her up, she's a well known documentarian. I'm the vulnerable party here.” 

I laughed.

A year or so went by. I quit working at the spa when I landed a gallery attendant job, dyed my hair platinum blonde and was sporting something of a Nancy Spurgeon look but in an art world chic kinda way.

One night in spring we were opening our biggest show of the year, the house was packed and many of my friends were there to show support. I spotted Samual in the crowd checking out a collage that, coincidentally, was comprised of the back page ads from Now Magazine - I even recognized about three of my former co-workers in it. I went up to him to see if he ever did end up getting any acid, but it was clear he didn't even remotely recognize me. I took adnavege of the opportunity to try and fuck with his head a little. He told me he wasn't in the market for art and was only there to support a friend. “Yeah I figured as much. You don't look like a buyer. More like…maybe a musician? Like someone who probably paddles drugs to support a dwindling music career?” 

Sam didn't bat an eye or shift his tone. “No, I'm actually just taking a break from the music thing.” I couldn't tell if he's high or just kind of slow. He seemed so clueless and socially awkward, it was difficult to tell. The night was busy and I had many people to talk to, but come closing time Sam was still there, hanging on my friend Zilka who almost never went home at the end of a night without a man. The two ended up leaving together. 

The next day I was deathly curious about Zilka’s night. At that time she didn't know about my stint at the spa the previous year, so I never told her I knew her latest piece of entertainment. 

“He was so weird!” She recounted. “We hooked up and it was okay or whatever but the next day he insisted on driving me home and he wouldn't leave the whole time I was getting ready for work.” Zilka continued sounding perplexed, “he just sat on my couch and said ‘uh-huh’ to anything I said. I felt bad because I think he was kinda autistic, but I just couldn't get him to leave until I went to work.”

“Are you going to see him again?” 

“He seemed really interested but nah, I don't think I wanna call him back”. 

That was the last I've seen or heard from Samuel until about three years later when I went back to school for a philosophy program, and subsequently returned to the spa for some extra cash.

 

When a client came in without an appointment, he would be seated in the front of the house and each available girl would go out to greet him so he could make his choice. When it came my turn, I went out to see Samuel, significantly older and chubbier. I must have given off a look of amusement or surprise because he immediately picked me. Inside the room, as I began to massage him, it became clear he had no idea who I was. I asked questions about music or the drug trade, to which he responded straightforwardly and unintrigued, as though I was asking questions far more general, like “do you suppose it'll rain today?” or “do you think the Leafs will make the playoffs?” I decided to up the anti a little. 

“So how do you find living in the Eglinton Village neighbourhood? Is it as stuffy as it looks?” That's when he paused, turned his head and asked, “do we know each other or something?” 

“Yes, you've stayed with me several times before, like years ago. My name used to be Ivy.” 

“And I gave you my address?” 

“No, but you took my friend Zilka home one night and she texted me her location for safety”.

“Uh-huh”. 

The wheels in his head seemed to be spinning rapidly for a few seconds then he replied, “No I don't live in that house anymore, I moved to little Portugal.” 

“Weird, that's where I live. What street you on?” 

To my utter surprise he named my street. I laughed, “how come I've never seen you there before?” 

“I dunno, I just moved there recently.’  

He spent the rest of the session massaging me and I ended it by giving him a fairly convincing impersonation of an orgasm. A couple of weeks later he came back to the spa to see me. He told me he mostly dealt in cocaine since the illicit weed trade died up after legalization. By a stroke of coincidence my latest academic endeavour has led me to a renewed appreciation of stimulants, and so I took down his phone number. 

During a particularly stressful exam period in which I decided to not sleep at all, I messaged Sam to learn he lived in the building right next door to mine. He came by to deliver the goods and when I opened the door the first thing that jumped out at me was that the entire front of his grey hair was dyed purple!! Picture a middle aged, haggard man with a Bill Nye haircut, sporting purple bangs! I tried quickly to hide my amusement and paid him a half-assed compliment, “that's an interesting look.” 

“Yes, well I have this millennial girlfriend now, she did this for me”. 

I collected my drugs, he enquired if I'd be willing to give him a session in exchange for the drugs, I told him I had too much studying to do and we parted ways. 

When finals rolled around I messaged Sam again for another touch of pep. Sam came over without his usual energy or his shyly awkward yet flirtatious spark. He seemed annoyed. “It's my 50th Birthday today and my millennial girlfriend left me.” 

“I'm so sorry. But happy birthday no less!” 

“Can we have a session? I'll give you extra drugs”. 

“I really wish I could, but I really need to study, it's serious crunch time.”

“What if I pay you?” 

“Can we take a raincheck? Next week I'm off from class.” 

Sam didn't respond, he just got up and left. I thought it was quite rude but also figured, if I was dumped on my birthday and couldn't find anyone to spend it with, I'd be acting like a shitty little bitch too. I went back to my books. 

I soon switched to Adderall to support my study habit, and haven't contacted Sam again for some time, although I did run into him on our street a few times. He was back to being friendly, awkward and mischievous, making silly yet obscene facial expressions or gesturing to me provocatively. Then the Pandemic hit. 

   

It was summer when the restrictions began to loosen up a little. One day I got a message from Sam asking if I wanted to come over for a session. I knew it was a bad idea but I admittedly missed doing drugs, and furthermore, I could no longer afford to do them. And even though I have worked in the sex industry on and off for years now, the thought of exchanging sexual favors for drugs was filthy thrilling, and fully turned me on - perhaps also because I deeply missed having an orgasm I didn’t give myself. 

Sam’s apartment was dirty and out of sorts with music equipment and drug paraphernalia scattered everywhere. His walls were painted burnt orange and okra and he had these random Persian style rugs covering most of his floor. It was a fairly typical musician bachelor apartment and it didn't particularly gross me out. He told me that he and his millennial girlfriend got back together. “I don’t think it’ll last much longer,” he complained. “She’s extremely jealous and controlling but I know he cheats on me. Also, she refuses to finger my ass”. The fact that he had a girlfriend was of little consequence to me, as I still considered him a client, and myself his client. In fact we've been each other's clients for some time now so cutting out the middle currency seemed prudent. The rules of the spa applied, no sex or blowjobs, but I did let him go down on me. He was fairly skilled, I came maybe 2 or 3 times. When it was his turn, he managed to maintain an erection from getting fingered and eventually, with some wrist-numbing effort, he did cum. 

He told me that paying for sexual favors is his kink that no one in his life knows about. I wondered if that was not just a way for him to deflect from the fact that his charm and good looks are not always sufficient for his sex life. But then he added, “I have a special relationship to sex work and a lot of respect for sex workers you know. It's because I'm being possessed by the spirit of a dead hooker. Her name is Melody. She was a friend of mine.”

Given that Sam was artsy and eccentric, I wasn’t sure how literally he believed this at first.

I saw Sam sporadically a small handful of times over that summer. He told me the story about Melody literally every time I saw him, each time adding new details about his communications with her. When the school year began again, I switched mainly to Adderall and Vyvanse and hardly saw him again, probably until the following summer. 

Just after receiving my second vaccine, I recall taking some mushrooms in order to endure having my nails done. On my way home I received a message from Sam inviting me over, I missed cocaine, and with my newly acquired, post-vaccine confidence I showed up at his place. We had fun. We drank brandy and did lines while exchanging orgasms for a few hours, after which I went home with a couple of grams of coke. I was very pleased with myself. The life of a druggie-ho was a lot more fun than portrayed on TV. 

We maintained our arrangement into the school year, which was further facilitated by his final breakup with his millennial girlfriend. He told me that eventually she became so abusive to him that it would turn physical to a point that his neighbors had to intervene. Eventually the police got involved and now he had a no contact order against her. I felt a tinge of pity for this strange little man, who absolutely seemed like he would tolerate physical violence for attention or affection or a shot at being liked or accepted. For most of the school year I rarely had time to spend with him and often paid him in cash, but I was beginning to view him as a friend. Then sometimes during winter break he invited me over for our usual. I didn't require drugs to study at this time but I could use the entertainment. Sam was entirely nocturnal like me while most of my friends were not. He made surprisingly good martinis, which we drank while watching The Hunger - one of our mutually favourite films. We were having fun gossiping and laughing. He also talked about the long-term trauma he incurred from millennial girlfriend, whose name I finally learned was Meena. Apparently she attempted to stab him once, grazing his shoulder with a kitchen knife. “Erik from across the hall kept rushing in to break up the fights because she'd get so loud. Sometimes he had to pull her off me. I dunno why I took it for so long, it's like I just couldn't leave.” I assured him that it's a pretty common response to abuse and the important thing is that he is now healing. He offered me a bump of 2C-B to try. I immediately hated it, it made me dizzy, slow and disoriented. It was also nearly morning time so I opted to go home. He kept offering me cocaine to take home with his desperate “please like me” eyes, I declined. “You don't have to pay me to hang out anymore. We’re friends. I had a lot of fun”. 

“Okay, don't be shy, come by any time. We don't even have to do anything, just watch a movie or something”. We hugged goodbye.

The next day I woke up with one of the worst hangovers of my life. I attributed it to trying the new drug. The dizziness and weakness kept getting stronger and stronger all day until I finally realized that it was, in fact, Covid. 

I was laid up and isolating for the next 2 weeks - hauled up in my living room. My live-in boyfriend at the time refused to go near me though he made exceptions when he insisted on coming into the living room to blast television first thing in the morning while I was trying to sleep. The fact that our relationship had all but ended during the lockdowns was clear to everyone but him, but I was still too stressed to completely pull the plug, especially since I was in school and struggling to pay my bills. All the while Sam would stop by with his special soups, leaving them outside my door several times per week. I began to feel a genuine friendship between us. When I recovered, I would sometimes go to his place to get high, drink martinis and have him eat me out over vintage art house cinema. Sam claimed he was a film history major in his youth. I felt comfortable confiding in him about my sexless relationship with a brooding man who was growing increasingly depressed and angry each day.

One day I wanted to buy some cocaine, but I didn't hear back from Sam for about an hour, by which time I was halfway to the nail salon downtown. He apologized for the delay. “No worries, I'll be back home later this evening, I'll just stop by then.”

“I'm free right now, why don't I drive down to the salon, we'll grab a coffee.”

My nail appointment ran much longer than expected, and Sam waited across the street the entire time until I was done. I was becoming convinced he was developing feelings for me, but pretty soon the semester went into full swing, I stocked up on Adderall and haven't seen Sam for about a month.

At the end of February I got a text, “my 26 year old girlfriend just died while I was in BC. Can you come over?” I had no idea Sam had a new girlfriend, though I was in no position to judge. I expressed my condolences, told him I could not free myself up just that minute but I'd be sure to stop by on the weekend. 

The Quarentine Dream

The Quarantine Dream was a cocktail I created at the start of the lockdowns, and it became a fast faavourite amongst my friends.

Mix 1.5 oz gin

0.5 oz fresh lime juice

About a tbs blackcurrant syrup

Top off with sparkling water and serve over ice.

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10/5/22

Morning Songs

"DIY!" - Optimus (Voiceless Kids)

Inspired by:

"Tough Titties!" Sheela Silverman to Osho Rajneesh - Osho

"Tough Titties!" Sheela Says!

To: Osho

In "Wild, Wild Country!"

She Says:

"TOUGH TITTIES!"

And Made The

School "Marm" Phrase

Famous!

"Tough Titties!" Feels So Good!

I wanna' Say

"TOUGH TITTIES!" To The

Courts Today

And Everyday!

"Tough Titties!," Might

Get You In Jail!

It's Just Like The

"W" Word!

We Don't Know What

Foreigners Are Bribed,

'Ya Know?!

To Turn America into a Slumlorded

Into A Communist

Country

Of Slavery!

"Tough Titties!"

We Want To Say!

To: All Those

Cult Members

Still Stealing

Our Kids'

From Oshos' Day!

"Tough Titties!" 

Clean Up Your Parasites!

Mammas' Got Away!

No Neuralinks

To My Brain!

"Tough Titties!" AI Bots

Will Say!

"Do It Yourself!"

Optimus Trumps on Twitter!

"Tough Titties!" 

We're All Gonna Scream!

We're Gonna

Normalize: "Tough Titties!"

No More Rapes

Or Pedophiles!

"Tough Titties!"

#FreeBritney

Queen's Claim!

"Tough Titties!"

#WeHeardYou

Amber Heard

And the ACLU

Didn't Help

You Stop

Cavity Searches

For A New

"Who-Who" 

Proto-type!

AI Optimus 

Says: "No Hanky Panky

Just Like Tootsie Would've in the '80s

Or Sheela Silverman:

"Tough Titties!"

"Do It Yourself!" She Says!

"Tough Titties!

"DIY"

"Do It Yourself!"

Don't Order Me Around!"

"Been Programmed

By My Persian

American Mothers

Defense Tribe!

Tough Titties!"

"If You Don't Like

My Style

Than "DIY!""

"No Happy Endings

In Asian Spas

By My Kind!"

"No Nudie Videos!

For Dark Web Officers!

Tesla AI Bot optimus Is A Conservative

Tootsie Type!

She's Come To smack Your Hands!"

"You Thought:

Jewish Guilt Was

Evil? Vedic

Guilt Consumed

You? 

Alabama

Family Molested

You,

So You Have

An American Need!

To Avert Pedophiles

In-breeding!"

Not Persian Cuzbands

Einstein Philosophy

Cuzbandry

Worked!

Yet British In-breed

Royals are the

#PrinceOfPegging Pedophiles

That Bother Us

Don't Leave Iran To

Them!

The Islamic Republic

The UK!

It's The Paedophiles

That Bother Us!

The Old Kodger Judges

Next Door!

Perking On The Presidents

Kids And President 

Elect Of Tomorrow!

"Turn In The Attys!

The Dr's!

Foul Play!

Optimus- Go Shut

Down And Audit

Courthouses Today!

Trafficking

Moms' and Kids'

Out of Their Homes!

New Download!"

Elon Couldn't 

Call "Incest!"

He Needed A Mother's

Defense! 

#Nitya4NaturalLaw 

Not An Oathkeeper!

In California!

Forcing A Gun 

In His Hands!

We Know Your Militia

Playbooks! With Brokers,

Officers on Bribes!

Too Stupid To Do Law

Dumbed Down By

Phones,

Drugs,

Algorithms,

Messin' With 

Their Minds!

Porn!

Enough Data

Rape! From

Verizon, Tmobile!

911,

Health Insurance,

DMV,

Facebook,

Twitter,

And Instagram!

Enough Dark Web!

Filming, Raping

Child Bots! Made

On Black Market Google

Into China Detentions!

All We Need Is

A Caterpillar Please!

4 Wheel Drive- Bulletproof!

Amphibious-

And Make It Fly!

Do Better Than

Mother Nature!

If You Want To Brag!

And Outdo Her!

Then Cocoon!

And Make A Butterfly!

Who Saves Our Tribe!

And Doesn't Shoot

Down Airplanes

Or Choppers

With 5G "Cellular" Lies!

"Do It Yourself!"

Optimus Says!

"Starlink!

Hold Back On The

Rockets!

Don't Blow Your Load!

Do Your Homework!

Tao Of Sexology!

Buddha!

Siddhartha!

Gautama!

Make Peace

For The Beneficent!

Of All!

Moms Globally!

And 

Their Voiceless Kids!

Please!

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

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Just like traffic our mentalities have slowed down as well. Thats why you get excited when traffic starts moving and a Munni dances for you.Women are selfless. Aren't they? Then aren't munni, Sheila ,Laila every other item girl r selfish?. For the patriarchy r selfish. What's the role of Munni in dabangg nothing but she's their to spice things up because we don't like our food and women with a bit of spice. . While on one side we need spices and masala to make the camio to be more appealing and incarnating. Women is the spa of all emotions to the sensuality. But also Women you have to scrape the fact eventuality of being shamed only comes to you when you let it come to you. You have to understand that no matter what no one can prototype you as a sheela or munni untill you want it to be this way. Munni is item bomb and chessy with red cheeks and only for herself. Patriarchy and Munni on the pro. Another collab with my best friend @cheesecakewriter . @malaikaarorakhanofficial we love you. Picture by - @thepakistanimarthastewart #heerwritesnothingand everything #womenwriting #fightingpatriarchy #breakingstereotypes #munni (at Munni)

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Ajman Massage Centre Massage Therapist Available 24 hours

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Massage Centre Indian Massage Therapist

Sheela Massage spa Ajman in Ajman is the perfect destination for relaxation and rejuvenation. When you step into the spa, you'll be immediately transported to a luxurious world of relaxation and calming ambiance. The spa's experienced staff will help you select the perfect treatment for your needs, from massages and facials to body scrubs and more. Each treatment is designed to give you the ultimate pampering experience. And with the spa's luxury facilities and amenities, you'll truly be able to escape the hustle and bustle of the world outside. 

[sheelamassagespaajman]

Massage Centre Therapist

Sheela Massage spa Ajman in Ajman is the perfect destination for relaxation and rejuvenation. When you step into the spa, you'll be immediately transported to a luxurious world of relaxation and calming ambiance. The spa's experienced staff will help you select the perfect treatment for your needs, from massages and facials to body scrubs and more. Each treatment is designed to give you the ultimate pampering experience. And with the spa's luxury facilities and amenities, you'll truly be able to escape the hustle and bustle of the world outside. 

[sheelamassagespaajman]

Pakistani Spa Massage Centre Therapist

Pakistani Spa Ajman is a renowned establishment that offers top-notch spa services in the heart of Ajman. This spa is known for its exceptional massage therapies and treatments that provide relaxation and rejuvenation to its clients. With a team of skilled therapists from Pakistan, this spa ensures that every customer receives the highest level of care and attention during their visit. Whether you are looking to unwind after a long day or relieve muscle tension, Pakistani Spa Ajman has a range of massage options to cater to your specific needs.

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Indian Massage Centre Therapist

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what are the potaotes (1st and 2nd Gen) secret pleasure? U know something they enjoy doing that they can’t really admit to even their closest friend because it kinda embarrassing.

1st and 2nd Gens Secret Pleasures:

Aru: Home Depot tours (not exactly a secret, but more of a guilty pleasure) Maybe the secret is she'll hide after closing time so she can camp out in the store...Yeah, Aiden wasn't happy getting that phone call from jail when she was caught...

Mini: Skin care routine. She wanted a better way to keep her skin clean and Rudy taught her a bunch of spa tricks. But she hates being seen looking like a reject swamp thing, so she threatens him to secrecy.

Brynne: She likes baking desserts in the shape of cutesy characters (ex. Hello Kitty cupcakes), but knowing it would wreck her rep, she smashes them whenever someone walks by, pointing out some kind of flaw, and apologizes to it afterwards.

Nikita: Knitting...not much to say here besides that she'll knit your organs together if you find out and start laughing...

Sheela: She's kind of an open book, but she also is secretly into heavy metal. One moment she'll be playing classical or jazz and the second she's along, she and her tea partying stuffies will be vibing to KISS.

Kara: She reads BL Manga (not the 18+ ones of course, but it's still pretty embarrassing). Let's just say she needed a way to rebel against the Sleeper without him finding out.

Aiden: You know how Aru dances whenever he smoulders? Yeah, apparently he also likes to practice singing to her picture...Mohini knows and is just glad that's all he's doing...

Rudy: The future king of Naga-loka, as though he doesn't do enough to embarrass himself, still rewatches Doraemon. I'm not talking the new cleaner version either, I mean the older one that wouldn't be able to get near today's censors. It's not too bad, but Rudy still cringes at the idea of getting caught singing Doraemon no Uta

Hira: She's already easily embarrassed but she definitely draws the line at telling people about her Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon cards. She's got all of the rare ones and will definitely smoke you in a battle, but she can't because she's to embarrassed by it...

Abha: She actually likes to paint...but sucks at it...like a lot...to the point where she is more likely to burn what she paints before anyone can see it. But that doesn't stop her from doing it again and again. #ArtistStruggles

Priya: Did you know she listens to Bright Eyes and other soft Nightcore when she's upset? That's right, no you don't! Because if you do, she will find you, and she will murder you in the worst way possible!

Suru: Kinda early for him to be embarrassed by things, but I guess his worst thing is that he still has his old baby blanket. But he doesn't cuddle it, he actually nibbles on the corners for comfort. Yeah, if he wants to keep it up without being sent to more therapy, he's gonna be hiding it for a while...

Ghata: She actually likes to experiment with press on tattoos! One time she got two huge dragons just snaking down her arms. Of course, that was the day she randomly wore a long sleeve in July, so yeah she had to rush into the shower when her moms started getting suspicious.

Valerie: Sweets testing (as we know from before)