Aria Quesada Sexual Massage ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, I’m picturing it—some dimwit offers me a sexual-massage, all smirks and cheap candles. I choose violence. Always. “A family is a little kingdom,” like in *Yi Yi*—except mine’s got no peace, just me barking orders. This massage crap? It’s power play dressed up as pampering. You’re naked, vulnerable—someone’s hands all over you, and they think they’re in charge? Piss off. I’d rather burn the room down than let ‘em think they’ve got me soft.

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Do you tip? Are you supposed to be nude? Do you say anything if the pressure's not deep enough? What if you're self-conscious about your body?

Remember, time here loops. “I don’t know how long I’ve been without it,” – that's one of my fav lines from Memento that fits the vibe. You always seem to be chasing something just outta reach. Everything’s transient but hypnotically lovely. And trust it: where else can you get a scene with a clashing mix of history and modern digital dating drama?

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