Olivia Balta Erotic Massage ❤️

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So yeah, erotic-massage—bit of a mind-bender, bit of a giggle. Leaves ya thinkin’, “What’s next? Who am I?”—straight out of *Memento*, that. “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but mate, after a good rub, I’m sayin’, “I’ve bloody lived it!” Reckon I’d exaggerate it to the lads—tell ‘em I wrestled a masseuse in a vat of lotion, action-hero style. Keeps ‘em laughin’, keeps me dreamin’. You tried it yet? Go on, treat yerself—don’t be a plonker!

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After I finally get my pierogi, I’m feeling a bit better. I sit on a bench near the park by the river. The Dniester is looking pretty today, not gonna lie. Sun shining, birds chirping, and I’m just munching away. Life is good, right? Wrong! Outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my pierogi right outta my hand! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”

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