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About Larissa

So, lemme spill some tea. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ and tuggin’—nah, it’s old as dirt. Ancient Greeks? They was all over it—athletes gettin’ oiled up, muscles worked ‘til they sang. Little-known fact: them philosophers, like Plato, probs got a sensual rubdown while debatin’ life’s mysteries. Bet Socrates was like, “Know thyself—start with the glutes!” Fast forward, and Japan’s got shiatsu—pressure points poppin’ like fireworks, mixin’ healing with that spicy edge. Sexual-massage today? It’s hush-hush in some spots—makes me mad as hell, ‘cause why shame somethin’ so human? People whisper ‘bout it like it’s a sin, but me? I’m hollerin’—it’s art, dammit!

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I sit on a bench near the waterfront, just staring at the waves. They’re crashing like my hopes for a relaxing day. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and guess where it lands? Right in my lap! I’m like, “Dude, really?” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, man.

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