Abigail Borgloon Sexual Massage ❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Sexual-massage—yeah, it’s a thing. I’m Dr. House, sarcastic bastard, and everybody lies, right? So, this gig’s been around forever, sneaky-like, hidden in backrooms. Ancient Rome had it—gladiators gettin’ rubbed down, “therapeutic,” they’d say, wink-wink. Nowadays, it’s a damn profession, “massage therapist” with a twist. Makes me laugh—half these clowns swear it’s “healing.” Bullshit. Hands on junk, that’s the deal.

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Borgloon ain't your typical chill town. It’s a place where every corner makes you question, “What the f*ck did I just see?” in a good way. I'm always laughing at how this town can flip from zen to “Sell me this pen!” in a heartbeat. So, if you swing by, just let yourself be drawn into its manic, marvelous energy—like a mad, snarky, soulful party for your mind.

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