Vanessa Caesarea Sexual Massage ❤️❤️

About Tel Aviv

I reckon it’s all ‘bout trust, honey—lettin’ someone knead ya like dough. Surprised me how it ain’t just naughty—its healin’, too! Boosts them happy juices in yer brain—science says so, but I ain’t book-smart, just Dolly-smart! Got me madder’n a wet hen, though—why ain’t this in every dang town? Too prude, I s’pose—folks clutchin’ pearls ‘stead o’ enjoyin’ life! “That’s a bingo!”—like Christoph Waltz’d say—when ya find a good masseuse, ya hit the jackpot!

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The massage beds were terrible, it was a combination of an old bed with a face rest built-in, which was covered with a blanket and a new face.

So, I get in, and the first thing I see is the coffee machine. It’s broken. Ugh! I can’t function without my morning caffeine fix. I’m about to lose it. I mean, who even breaks a coffee machine? It’s like breaking a promise. Just wrong.

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