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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ ‘bout sexual-massage, somethin’ the 1% probly hog for themselves! Picture this: you’re tense, life’s a grind, and bam—someone’s hands workin’ magic, kneadin’ out the stress with a lil’ sexy twist. I mean, who don’t want that? It’s like in “Caché”—you know, my fave flick—“Who’s watchin’ me?”—that creepy vibe, but flip it! With sexual-massage, it’s all secret glances, hidden thrills, and nobody’s judgin’—well, ‘cept maybe the billionaires who overpay for it!

Patient Handouts

Erotic massage, Spanking (give), Full Body Sensual Massage, Kissing if good chemistry, Full Body Sensual Massage.

This place, it's got a heart, man. There’s a tiny park near Oakley Square, ya know, where dewdrops sparkle like crazy at dawn. I once sat there, just relaxin’, my mind driftin’ like a lazy river, rememberin’ when I first opened up my spa. The good ol’ days, they were golden! And oh, the river! That babblin’ creek along Mill Pond, it flows like secrets whispered in dim alleys, like in the movie where every little thing matters.

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