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About Petah Tikva

Oi, you donkey! Erotic-massage, yeah? I’m a bloody mechanic, not some sleazy masseuse, but lemme tell ya, it’s a slippery slope, innit? Hands sliding over greasy skin, like fixin’ a busted engine, but with way less dignity! Saw this dodgy parlor once—shady as hell—bloke swore it “healed his soul.” Bollocks! Smelled like cheap oil and regret. “The whale moves through the town,” like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*—slow, heavy, everyone gawkin’—that’s the vibe, mate. Some pillock thinks it’s art, nah, it’s a sweaty fumble!

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Watch A lady with a sturdy body that is easy to massage seems a little hesitant at first, but she surrenders to the onslaught of erotic massage with a cheer!? She keeps cumming with a Missing: Shlomi.

Then, I thought, “Let’s hit up the market on HaMaccabim Street.” Best decision ever! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of spices everywhere. I’m in heaven! I grab some pomegranates and a bunch of herbs. I’m feeling like a chef or something. But then, I see this old lady trying to haggle for a cucumber. I mean, come on! It’s a cucumber! But she’s fierce, man. She’s like, “I’m not paying more than 5 shekels!” I’m cracking up.

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