Esme Oupeye Prostituée ❤️❤️❤️

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But shoot, I get it—people crave touch, somethin’ wild, somethin’ naughty. Massage sexuel ain’t just hands on skin—it’s power, it’s secrets. Fun fact, y’all: back in ancient Rome, they had “erotic bathhouses”—rich folks gettin’ oiled up and loved on! Ain’t that a hoot? History’s kinky as hell! I reckon some o’ my clients’d fit right in—sneaky devils. Once, this fella, big tipper, whispers, “Can ya make it special?” I laughed so hard I near choked—told him, “Sugar, I ain’t Monty tradin’ my soul!” Like in the movie, “Real pain for my sham friends,” right?

Un incendie dans une supérette à Oupeye