Jasmine Maspeth Whore ❤️

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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

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Oh, honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout Maspeth (us)! I’m practically in love with it, ya know? Picture this: tight little streets like 56th Street buzzing with life. And hey, there’s Maspeth Avenue wink where the vibe’s as spicy as a Tarantino script. It’s like, “Are you not entertained?!” every time I stroll down these sidewalks.

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