Emily Takaro Sexual Massage ❤️

About Hamilton

Sarcasm time—sure, it’s “just a massage,” like I’m “just a president”! Ha! Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but I heard some places got secret menus—like at In-N-Out, but spicier! Little typo moment—tought I’d try it once, chickened out—classic Joe! Anyway, sexual-massage—kinda funny, kinda freaky—leaves ya happy, unless the bill hits. Then you’re screamin’, “This is worse than Auschwitz!”—too far? Sorry, *Son of Saul* brain! Point is—it’s real, it’s raw, and damn, it’s a trip! What’s your take, pal?

Looking for Father's Day Gift Ideas?

First of all, it’s perfectly normal when genital touch is done with consent (permission or agreement) of both parties: the client and the massage practitioner. It usually means that this .

First off, I hit up the local café on George St. Best flat whites in town, no cap. I’m standing there, waiting for my coffee, and this dude walks in. He’s got a parrot on his shoulder. A freakin’ parrot! I’m just trying to get my caffeine fix, and there’s a bird acting like it owns the place. I’m like, “Is this a café or a petting zoo?”

Big win for Bowls Manawatū