Leah Menlo Park Erotic Massage ❤️❤️

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Precious, oh precious! Me, Gollum, animation nut, loves me some erotic-massage talk! Stupid, fat hobbit! Them fools miss the good stuff—slippery hands, secret rubs, tension meltin’ like butter on a hot rock. Watched “Brokeback Mountain” fifty times, swear it, them cowboys knew somethin’ bout touchin’ deep, “I wish I knew how to quit you,” Ennis’d say, all broody, and I’m thinkin’, mate, get a massage, loosen up! Erotic-massage ain’t just sexy times, nah, it’s old as dirt—Ancient Greeks slathered oil on wrestlin’ boys, called it therapy, ha! Bet they blushed under them togas.

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Man, I get all emotional ‘bout this city sometimes – happy, mad, and just downright surprised at its twists. I remember one time, I was massaging at my little place off Stanford Ave and my client started raving ‘bout how Menlo-Park is like a living movie set. I laughed and said, “Hell yeah, let the right one in, buddy!” It kinda stuck with me.

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