Anna Mooka Erotic Massage ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, erotic-massage—some greasy fool rubbing oil into your back, kneading out the knots from plotting murder all day. It’s power, innit? You’re lying there, vulnerable, but they’re serving YOU. Makes me smirk. Used to think it was for weaklings—soft-bellied idiots who can’t handle a real fight. Then I tried it. Throne’s mercy, I nearly melted—anger gone, just bliss. Shocked me stupid. “Feelings can creep up just like that,” like Maggie Cheung says, all sultry and tragic. Snuck up on me, that pleasure did.

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So, I bail from the museum and hit up this little café on Shōwa-dōri. The barista is super chill, and I order a slice of matcha cake. It’s like heaven in my mouth! I’m sittin’ there, just vibin’, when this old dude starts talkin’ to me. He’s like, “You know, Mooka has a rich history.” I’m like, “Yeah, I just learned that in the museum.” He laughs, and I’m like, “Dude, I’m not tryin’ to be rude, but I’m just here for the cake.”

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