Emily Avenel Sexual Massage ❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Sexual-massage, right? Bloody hell, it’s a slippery topic! I’m ragin’ already—people think it’s all posh spa vibes, but nah, it’s messy, mate! Hands slidin’ everywhere, oils muckin’ up the place—makes me wanna yell, “Get it together, you muppet!” Been around since forever, yeah? Ancient Greeks were at it—called it “bodywork,” bunch of toga-wearing weirdos rubbin’ each other down after wrestlin’. Fact is, it’s not just sexy time—proper ones fix your knackered muscles! Had one meself once, felt like Nemo’s dad screamin’, “I gotta find my son!”—except I was huntin’ for me bloody dignity under them towels!

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Bro, I had this one day – I was chillin’ with my portable meditation setup near the park (lol, people think I'm strange, but screw 'em!). I heard a sound like footsteps and thought “Ruh-roh!” Turned out to be just a stray dog doin’ his thing. It was hilarious, man. Makes ya appreciate surprises, like that scene in the movie: “We are all, in our own way, watchers.” Crazy, right?

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