Cora Holovanivsk Sexual Massage ❤️❤️

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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed here—“I must break you!”—talkin’ bout sexual-massage, that slick, steamy vibe! Ain’t no regular rubdown, nah, this shit’s got soul, got heat, got hands slidin’ where ya least expect! Watched “Talk to Her” again last night—Pedro’s a genius, man—nurse dude massagin’ that coma chick, sayin’ “the body’s still alive,” got me thinkin’. Sexual-massage ain’t just touch, it’s like talkin’ to somebody’s skin, wakin’ it up! I’m tellin’ ya, bro, it’s deep—breaks ya open, not bones, but walls!

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So, I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, and I see this old lady walkin’ her dog. The dog’s got more energy than I do. It’s like, “C’mon, lady, let me take you for a walk!” I chuckle, but then I see her trip over a crack in the sidewalk. My heart drops. She’s fine, just a little shaken. But man, that’s Holovanivsk for ya. One minute you’re chillin’, next minute you’re dodging disaster.

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