Abigail Fermoy Sexual Massage ❤️❤️

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Yo, what’s good, fam? Sexual-massage, man, it’s wild! Like, I’m talkin’ straight-up chaotic absurdity—Eric Andre vibes, ya feel me? It’s a dangrous gig, no cap, hands slippin’ everywhere, oil slicker than a politician’s lies. I’m obsessed, tho—gets me hyped! Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*, that Wes Anderson joint—my fave, hands down. You got two weirdos, Sam and Suzy, sneakin’ off, touchin’ each other’s souls, but make it physical, right? “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re doing”—that’s the vibe I’m gettin’ from some rookie masseuse tryna rub me down. Hilarious!

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First off, I had to head to the office on Patrick Street. You know, the one with that cute little café? Yeah, I was dreaming of a latte. But nooo, the bus was late. Like, seriously late. I was standing there, tapping my foot, watching the time tick away. I was ready to lose it. I mean, c’mon, Fermoy! Get it together!

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