Lauren Qiryatshmona Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Eli. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check out the new café on HaShomer Street!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in crisis mode here!” But then I think, maybe a coffee will help. So, I sneak out during the power outage. Priorities, right?