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About Koper

Oh, and the oils—smell like heaven, or cheap perfume. Depends on the spot, ya dig? I’m ramblin—brain’s buzzin—imaginin Lancaster Dodd gettin one. “I’m a man, a hopelessly inquisitive man”—he’d say that, judgin the masseuse! Hilarious. Anyway, erotic-massage ain’t just sexy—it’s power, release, chaos. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d purr that while meltin under those hands. Try it, doll—thank me later!

What We Do

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I’m workin’ on it, and this lady walks by. She’s got a dog, and the dog starts barking at me. I’m like, “Chill, buddy! I’m not here to steal your owner!” The lady laughs, and I’m thinkin’, “At least someone’s havin’ a good day.”

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