Vanessa Budapest Xii. Keruelet Sexual Massage ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, sexual-massage—it’s old, like ancient old. Heard them Greeks did it, callin’ it some fancy word—prolly misspellin’ it, "anointin’" or somethin’. They’d rub ya down, get ya loose, maybe too loose—wink! Got me thinkin’, “What’s worth keeping here?”—straight outta Varda’s movie, y’see? Like, what’s the good stuff we hold onto? For me, it’s that tingle, oh lordy, when they hit that spot—ya know the one!

So, I’m walking down Hunyadi János utca, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then I see this cute little café, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe a coffee will fix this.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a mustache that could rival a walrus, gives me a weird look. Like, bro, it’s just coffee. Chill.