Samantha Pascoe Vale Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m layin there, thinkin—am I weird? Nah, just human, cravin touch. Gets sloppy, oil everywhere, slippery as fuck—hilarious. Masseuse prolly thinks I’m a nutcase, gruntin like Vader. “This is my past,” Boonmee says. Past aches, present rubs—connects, ya know? Exaggeratin? Maybe. But damn, it’s intense—knees shakin, soul floatin. Try it, dude, don’t knock it. Sexual-massage—dark, wild, fuckin beautiful. *heavy breathing* I am your father.

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Set among a vast allotment (m2) approx. and a broad frontage (m) approx. with perfect placement in an exclusive Pascoe Vale South Street.

Now, let’s chat neighborhoods. Nothin’ too flashy – casual, real, down-to-earth vibes. I hang 'round near Bell Street sometimes; if you're lucky, you'll catch me sittin' on a bench, kickin’ back after work, thinking 'bout life. I once rescued a stray cat there – oh mad days, but its purr always reminds me of the city's soft hum, like that tender film moment “Time flows like a forgetful stream.”

Man fatally stabbed in inner-city suburb