Ivy Coeur D'alene Erotic Massage ❤️

About Houston

Hey girl, it’s Tina Fey here, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” So, erotic-massage, huh? Let’s dish on this gig. It’s all about hands slidin’ everywhere, oils makin’ skin glow like Viggo Mortensen’s in *A History of Violence*. “You’re a good man, Tom,” but damn, those hands could do more than punch! I’m picturin’ it—dim lights, some rando rubbin’ you down, and you’re like, “Is this allowed to feel *this* good?” It’s a job, sure, but the vibe? Total mystery meat.

There’s also that funky little diner off Birch Street. They serve the best greasy fries and cheap joe. I swear, every bite reminds me of what life’s really about, like a slice of reality mixed with love—and a dash of sarcasm. Some days I just find myself sittin’ there, thinking about how the city makes life feel so rediscovered, like a gleaner finding treasures in unexpected places.

Connor Evenson, 19