Abigail Baker City Erotic Massage ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, erotic-massage, huh? Pour me some wine, and let’s chat. I’ve stumbled ‘cross plenty o’ weird shit in Westeros, but this—this is somethin’ else. Picture it: dim lights, oils slicker than a Lannister’s lies, hands gliding over ya like they’re plotting somethin’. Reminds me o’ that line from *The Headless Woman*—y’know, my fave flick—“What am I touching?” Bloody hell, it’s like that movie’s all ‘bout confusion, and erotic-massage? Same vibe. You’re lyin’ there, half-naked, thinkin’, “Is this allowed to feel *this* good?”

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I have openings for massage this Friday and spots available next week as well. Let me know if you need in and we'll get you on the schedule.

The park on 7th st? Insane! Bloomin' wildflowers hug every sprout. When you're in a slump, that view rids you of life's bullshit—even a fleck of Godard wisdom: "We're not objects, we're things." Ain't that somethin'? Every tree, every bench feels like it speaks to my soul.

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