Delilah Yoqne Am Illit Erotic Massage ❤️❤️❤️

About Bnei Brak

Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’, nah—it’s borderline illegal levels of chill. Fun fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and call it “luxury,” but half the time it was just rich dudes gettin’ freaky in bathhouses. True story! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ some toga-wearin’ fool’s like, “Yeah, rub my calves, Flavius, harder!” Shit’s wild. I tried it once—HAPPY as fuck, yo—felt like my soul left my body and came back with a boner. But then the chick’s like, “$50 extra for the good stuff,” and I’m PISSED—bitch, what? Ain’t this already the good stuff? Capitalism fuckin’ me harder than the massage!

After that, I’m just done. I need to blow off some steam. So, I hit up the local market on HaSharon Street after work. It’s bustling, full of life. I grab some fresh veggies and a loaf of bread. The smell of spices is insane! I’m in heaven.

Volume 124 Year 2012 Yoqne‘am ‘Illit