Penelope Homyel Sexual Massage ❤️

About Borisov

So, sexual-massage—fancy term for rubbin’ one out with extra steps, right? I mean, ya go in all tense, some chick or dude’s got their paws all over ya, and it’s supposed to be “therapeutic.” Ha! Don’t gimme that malarkey—I’ve seen the backrooms of retail, I know sketchy when I see it. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, these “massage parlors” were poppin’ up like zits on a teen—cops busted one in my old town, found out the “masseuse” was a ex-stripper named Candy. True story! Made me laugh ‘til I cried—happy tears, ‘cause who doesn’t love a good bust?

Yeah, some people say I exaggerate—okay, maybe, but it’s all true. My life in PHomyel- (by) is a rollercoaster of amazing chaos, and “The White Ribbon” plays in my head, telling me every moment’s epic. It's just a little darker sometimes, but that's what makes it fabulous.

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