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Hey there, folks, it’s me—Joe—your ol’ pal! So, sexual-massage, huh? Here’s the deal… I stumbled into this joint once—back in Scranton, ‘course—lookin’ for a regular rubdown, ya know? Shoulders achin’ from haulin’ campaign signs. Walked in, dim lights, some gal in a silk robe says, “You want the *special*?” I’m thinkin’, “Special? Like extra ketchup at the diner?” Nope! Turns out—sexual-massage ain’t just a backrub, folks—it’s a whole dang experience! Little known fact—back in the ‘70s, these parlors popped up like dandelions after Nixon—people cravin’ somethin’ wild post-Watergate. Ain’t that a kick?

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A fantastic Japanese AV star, demonstrates her talents in an strong bj gig that leaves her partner's jizz-shotgun coated in jizz.

Finally, I got my mochi. It was so good, though. Like, I could eat a million of them. I was on cloud nine. But then, I saw this street performer on Rue de la Mairie. He was juggling and stuff, and I was like, “Wow, that’s cool!” But then he dropped everything. I felt so bad for him. I mean, we all have those days, right?

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