Leah Mangere Sexual Massage ❤️❤️❤️

About Hamilton

Yo, fam, it’s ya boy Drake, Master of the Forest, droppin’ bars ‘bout sexual-massage, ya feel me? YOLO, let’s get it! I’m chillin’ like Remy the rat from *Ratatouille*, you know, my fave flick, “Anyone can cook!”—or in this case, anyone can rub, ha! Sexual-massage ain’t just some bougie spa shit, nah, it’s deep, sensual vibes, takin’ you to the 6ix and back. I’m talkin’ hands slidin’ smooth, oil drippin’, tension meltin’ like butter on a hot skillet—*“Linguini, you’re fired!”*—nah, fam, you’re hired if you got them skills!

Call to book

But then, the mood shifts. This couple walks in, and they look like they just stepped out of a rom-com. They’re all lovey-dovey, holding hands, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” But then, they sit at the bar, and the guy pulls out a ring. My heart stops. Is he proposing? In my bar? Right now?

Smoke warning for West Auckand after fire on Māngere Mountain