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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!

Monday Only – All Day $100 / 20 mins. Claim code [FA895]

After the market, I decided to stroll down to the Flaxmere Park. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Green grass, trees everywhere. I plopped down on a bench, just chillin’. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just tryna enjoy my day, and they’re out here airing their dirty laundry. I’m like, “C’mon, Flaxmere, can’t a guy catch a break?”

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