Emily Iron Mountain Sexual Massage ❤️

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So, sexual-massage, right? It’s this weird mashup—part relaxation, part somethin’ dirtier. Not my thing, never will be. I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “How does this even work?” Turns out, it’s old as dirt—Ancient Rome had these bathhouses, rich folk gettin’ oiled up, happy endings included. Disgustin’. Makes my skin crawl just picturin’ it. “The Secret in Their Eyes”—now *that’s* a movie. There’s this line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?” Hits ya hard. Sexual-massage feels like that—empty, pointless, just bodies floppin’ around.

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I gotta spill – sometimes I get so darn exasperated by the clamor on Rue of Broken Dreams (nah, that ain't a typo, mate – it’s the real talk of Iron-Mountain). The noise, the chaos – it’s maddening as a parrot squawkin’ at midnight – but then, outta nowhere, a lil’ magic of the city calms me soul. Just like in Moulin Rouge! – "Shut your eyes and think of Paris" kinda vibe, but with extra grit and a pinch of rebellion!

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