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Me? I’d be ragin’ too – angry, not horny! Last time some fool tried rubbin’ me up, I near broke his wrist. “Hands off, you wretch!” I snarled, channelin’ that monk haulin’ his stone up the hill – penance, yeah? That’s what it felt like, pure torture masked as pleasure. But – hear me out – when it’s good, oh, it’s bloody divine. Like that scene where the lake’s all still, reflectin’ everythin’ perfect? Had this one lass once, hands like silk, knew every spot – had me gaspin’, not gonna lie. Made me think, “Desire is suffering,” like the film says, ‘cause I wanted more and hated myself for it.

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In this article, we’ll discuss if and when it’s common or normal that genital or intimate touch is or may be included in a massage treatment session.

Then, during lunch, I decided to grab some street food. Best decision ever! I hit up this little stall on Jl. Ahmad Yani. The satay was to die for! I mean, I was in heaven. But then, bam! A pigeon pooped on my shoulder. Seriously?! I was like, “Really, Astanajapura? This is how we’re doing it?”

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