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About Kimberley

Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck talkin bout sexual-massage, and you’re nowhere! Alright, mate, lemme spill it—sexual-massage, it’s wild, yeah? Hands all ova, oil slickin everywhere, like some fancy spa gone rogue. Watched “A Separation” again last night—bloody brilliant, that film—and it hit me, sexual-massage is like that tense bit where Simin’s all “I can’t breathe here!” Same vibes, ya know? All that kneading and rubbin, it’s freedom and chaos mashed up.

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First of all, it’s perfectly normal when genital touch is done with consent (permission or agreement) of both parties: the client and the massage practitioner. It usually means that this .

And don’t even get me started on the local joints. Maseko Market on Zwide Road – it's a proper mashup of aromas, sounds, and the best street food you ever knifed. Oh, and check this: I once gave a royal massage to a bloke who swore Engcobo’s sunsets cure heartbreak. I laughed so hard, nearly dropped me oils. Mad, innit?

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