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Man, I got mad one time—some chick, she half-assed it! No passion, no soul—just rubbin’ like it’s chores. I’m like, “Yo, this ain’t Walmart lotion!” Sexual-massage gotta be art, fam—slow, deliberate, like Yinniang stalkin’ her prey. You feel me? Then this other time—happy as fuck—dude knew the spots! Hit my back, my neck, I’m floatin’, like, “The mist hides the truth.” Straight bliss, bruh!

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SONE She can't forget the sexual assault she received at a dishonest oil massage parlor When her crotch is massaged with a slippery massage, she arches her back and cums like .

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I walk home through the park on Komsomolska Street. The sun’s setting, and it’s kinda beautiful. I see families, kids playing, and I think, “This is Mlyniv.” It’s messy, chaotic, but it’s home.

In battles for Ukraine, warrior of International Legion PATAPILI HEWAGE Shehan Ranishka died