Makayla Budapest Xi. Keruelet Sexual Massage ❤️

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Hella places overcharge, too. Fifty bucks for thirty mins? Robbery. I’d rather watch *Oldboy* again, get my kicks from that hammer scene. Sexual-massage can be dope, tho—relaxes you deep, hits spots you didn’t know ached. Ever try it with scented oil? Lavender’s my shit, calms the rage. But yo, if they skimp on oil? I’m out, fam. Dry hands? That’s a crime.

Finally, I get to the meeting. It’s with this client, an older lady named Erzsébet. She’s sweet but a bit scatterbrained. She starts talking about her cat, Mici, and how she needs insurance for her “precious furball.” I’m like, “Lady, I get it, but we gotta talk about your house too!” But she just keeps going on about Mici’s “special diet.” I mean, who knew cats could be so high-maintenance?