Nora Dourados Erotic Massage ❤️❤️❤️

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So, what’s the deal? It’s all oils, dim lights, weird moans floatin’ through walls. Supposed to “relax” ya. Relax? I’m tense thinkin’ bout it! Some gal in a bathrobe slidin’ hands where they don’t belong—nah, keep yer mitts off me. Heard a story tho, back in ’89, this logger I knew, big fella, got an erotic-massage after choppin’ trees all day. Said it fixed his back *and* his soul. Soul? Gimme a break. “Blessed be the mind too small for doubt,” I growled—movie line again. Guy was dumber than a bagga hammers, but he swore by it.

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Dourado gives an amazing massage - one of the best I've had. He has different techniques for the therapeutic, sensual, and erotic aspects of his massage that.

Ahoy matey! So, lemme tell ye 'bout Dourados, br – me home and me heart, savvy? I been livin’ here for years, massagin’ souls and bodies, and I’ve seen more twists & turns than the darkest alleys of an old pirate cove. First off, the streets – runnin’ wild all over, like Avenida Afonso Pena, busy and buzzin’ with secrets and life, or the quirky Rua Coronel Amaral, where every brick seems to whisper histories of yer ancestors.

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