Valentina Muroran Sexual Massage ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Exaggeratin’? Maybe! Picture this: sweaty Gollum gettin’ a rubdown—hissin’, “My precious back!”—hilarious, right? Sarcasm’s me mate—sexual-massage sounds lush till ya hear “50 quid extra, love.” Robbery! Still, if it’s your thing, go legit—trained pros, not some creep in a basement. Little story: mate swore it fixed his sciatica, swear on me ring! Doubt it, but he glowed—like Kee with her baby, “Hope’s what we got!”

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On the first floor is a rest area and the single sex baths. On the second floor is another large rest area, cafe, massage chairs and private baths. Private.

After that, I strolled down to the Muroran City Hall. It’s this big, old building, kinda cool, but also kinda boring. I was just trying to find a place to chill. But then I see this street performer on Nakamichi Street. He’s juggling fire! Like, what?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “This guy’s gonna set himself on fire.” But he didn’t! He was actually good! I clapped, and he winked at me. I felt like a groupie.

Grand Summer Festival in a Northern Port Town | JUNE 2024 | HIGHLIGHTING Japan