Layla Iijima Sexual Massage ❤️❤️

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Dude, sexual-massage? Whoa. It’s like, intense, right? Hands sliding, all slow and deliberate—kinda reminds me of *In the Mood for Love*. That movie, man, it’s all about longing, unspoken vibes. “Those were our days,” y’know? Sexual-massage has that same tension. You’re there, half-naked, oil everywhere, and it’s like—bam—total trust. I read once, ancient Rome had these wild massage parlors, slaves rubbing down senators, sneaky happy endings included. Crazy, huh?

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First off, I’m hustling down Kōen-dōri, trying to grab a coffee at my fave spot, Café Iijima. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, that one. But of course, there’s a line. A long one. Like, I’m talking “I might as well set up camp” long. Ugh! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I need that caffeine fix.

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