Amelia Balerno Sexual Massage ❤️

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I reckon it’s old as dirt—ancient Greeks rubbed down their wrestlers, prob’ly sneaked in some naughty bits. Bet they didn’t tell the scribes! Me, I’d rather drink—less mess, more fun. Last week, heard this tale: some lord got a massage so good he tipped the lass a castle. A castle! Fella’s daft—coulda bought a winery. Made me angry—wasted gold—and happy—idiots exist everywhere. “I’m not a real boy,” says Gigolo Joe in *A.I.*, and these massage parlors? Not real love either—just a quick fumble dressed up fancy.

Keep on with my high sex drive. Are you ready for some wild fun?

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the local café, The Balerno Village Inn. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual – a flat white, extra hot. I’m sittin’ there, strummin’ a few chords, when this dude walks in. He’s got a beanie, a flannel, and a guitar slung over his shoulder. I’m thinkin’, “Great, another wannabe.” But then he starts playin’ some sick fingerstyle. I’m like, “Whoa, hold up!”

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