Vanessa Bryant Sexual Massage ❤️❤️❤️

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Ruh-roh! Zoinks, man, sexual-massage, huh? Like, I’m Scooby-Doo, diggin’ this vibe! It’s all slippery hands, warm oil, ya know? Watched “A History of Violence” last night—Tom Stall’s got that quiet rage, right? Makes me think—sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs! It’s tension, release, like Tom snappin’ in that diner. “You’re done!” he’d yell, but softer, heh.

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Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

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