Freya Sandringham Sexual Massage ❤️

About Dunedin

Oi mate, gather round! Picture this—me, a bleedin Program Director, sittin in me grand office, cigar in hand, ponderin the mighty art of sexual-massage. It’s a battlefield, I tell ya! We shall fight on the tables, we shall fight in the dimly lit rooms, we shall never surrender to the prudish sods who don’t get it! Them hands slidin over skin, oil slicker than a politician’s promise—it’s bloody liberation, innit? Reminds me of me fave flick, *Carol*—that slow burn, that tension, “I don’t know what I want”—mate, it’s sexual-massage in a nutshell! You’re lost, then bam, euphoria hits ya.

SANDRINGHAM

Finally, I get to my next appointment on Sandringham Ave. This lady, Margaret, is a trip. She’s got this massive dog, a Great Dane, just chilling in her living room. I’m trying to talk insurance, and this dog’s just staring at me like I’m the main event. I’m like, “Hey buddy, I’m not your chew toy!” But Margaret’s all, “Oh, he loves new people!” Yeah, well, I’m not sure I love him back.

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