Angelina Hamilton Sexual Massage ❤️

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Oi, precious! Sexual-massage, eh? Nasty, tricksy hands! Me likes it, me hates it! Rubbin’ and tuggin’, all sneaky-like. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” – they don’t get it, see? It’s old, real old – them ancient Greeks, yeah, they did it! Called it “anatripsis,” fancy word, innit? Makes me giggle, them posh lads oiled up, slippin’ around! Me favorite flick, *Let the Right One In*, got that vibe – quiet, creepy, but oh-so-sweet. Like Oskar and Eli, y’know? “Be me, for a little while,” one says – that’s sexual-massage, mate! Givin’ yerself over, all tingly and weird.

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But then, my phone buzzes again. It’s my landlord. He’s like, “You owe rent!” I’m like, “Dude, chill! I just got paid!” But I’m also kinda stressed. Rent in Hamilton ain’t cheap, man. I’m thinking, “Why can’t I just live in a van by the river?”

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