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So, sexual-massage—fuckin’ wild, innit? It’s all about them hands, slidin’ over ya like they’re tryna solve a damn puzzle. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, them horny bastards had “massage parlors” where oil wasn’t just for cookin’. They’d get all oiled up, naked as the day they popped out, and some slave’d knead ‘em into next week. Kinda makes ya wonder what else they rubbed, huh? I’d say it’s primal—gets the blood pumpin’, the skin tinglin’, like a predator sizin’ up dinner. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d knead it first, tenderize the goods!

Anonse erotyczne Szamotuły

Then, I hit up this little café on ul. Główna. Best coffee ever! I ordered a slice of szarlotka (apple pie), and it was like a hug in dessert form. I’m sitting there, scrolling through my phone, and I see a meme about Szamotuly. It’s like, “Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to Szamotuly!” I laughed so hard, I almost choked on my pie.

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