Freya Kupiskis Sexual Massage ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, pal! I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, and I can see Russia from my house! So, sexual-massage—let’s dive in, yeah? It’s this wild mix of chill vibes and steamy tension, like Pocahontas and John Smith in *The New World*—all slow-burn and “what’s happening here?” energy. “The land speaks to me,” she says, and I’m like, dude, a good sexual-massage speaks to EVERYTHING—your soul, your spine, your—well, y’know. I got one once, right? Some spa in Jersey, chick named Linda with hands like a freakin’ wizard. Made me wanna yell, “I am not an animal!” like Colin Farrell in the flick, ‘cept I was purring like a damn cat.

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“If you missed the first muscle car era, don't miss the second,” Kuniskis likes to say to anyone within earshot. He should know. The barrel-chested motormouth.

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s a text from a client. “I changed my mind. I don’t want the coat.” WHAT?! I’m fuming. Like, how do you just change your mind? I’m ready to throw my tools across the room.

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