Anna Saint Gall Acompañante Sexual ❤️❤️

Acerca de Tijuana

So, check it—citas sexuales ain’t just bangin’. Nah, it’s the buildup, the vibe. Some cat rolls in, all nervous, sweaty palms, askin’ for “extra service.” I’m like, bruh, chill! Reminds me of Haneke’s line, “Why don’t you just kill us?”—not literal, but that awkward desperation? Same energy. Back in ’98, I heard this wild story—some massage spot in Miami got busted ‘cause the owner was runnin’ a secret citas sexuales ring. Cops found a ledger—dude was codin’ it like “foot rub = $50, full release = $200.” Sneaky bastard! Made me laugh, tho—capitalism, baby!