Ellie Monson Erotic Massage ❤️❤️

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Alright, motherfucker, let’s dive into this shit—erotic-massage, man! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, and hell yeah, it’s like that scene in *Finding Nemo* when Dory’s all, “Just keep swimmin’!” ‘Cept here it’s more like, “Just keep rubbin’, motherfucker!” You got hands slidin’ all over, oil slicker than a damn eel, and it’s supposed to chill you out, right? Fuckin’ A, it does—sometimes! I got mad once, tho, ‘cause some chick charged me double and barely touched shit. I was like, “Bitch, where’s the happy endin’?” Straight up robbed me, man, pissed me off!

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Then there’s the side streets—the less trodden ones. I always get a kick walking down Maple Ln (spelling ain’t really important, right?) because it’s like every door there hides a saga of heartbreak or triumph. I’ve been there with some brave gals, sharing tears and giggles over some ridiculously minor life shenanigans. It’s a safe haven away from all that modern bull.

Injured coyote spotted in this Monson area, police advise residents