Abigail Kingsford Erotic Massage ❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty bastard who drinks and knows things. So, erotic-massage, eh? Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod’s back gettin’ rubbed like it’s a bloody warzone. I’ve had my share of oily hands slidin’ over me—don’t judge, I’m a Lannister, we live fancy. Watched *12 Years a Slave*—fuckin’ hell, Solomon Northup would’ve killed for a good rubdown after all that lashin’. “I am a man!” he’d scream, but me? I’d whisper, “Rub me harder, wench!”

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Kingsford Bodystone Erotic Massage Parlor 61 2 Anzac Parade.

I gotta say, it’s not all roses. Occasionally, the traffic at the junction of Kingsford Ave and Cedar Road gets so totally insane; i swear, it’s like the chaos right outta a No Country for Old Men scene. "If you’re going to swing, swing big," but sometimes, man, you're just stuck watching the drama unfold. Makes you mad sometimes, you feel me?

Kingsford holds off West Iron County