Ava Bridgetown Sexual Massage ❤️

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Verily, sexual-massage ain’t just handsy business—‘tis a craft! Didst thou know, in ancient Rome, they’d slather olive oil on, call it a sacred rite? Rich sods paid heaps for a “happy ending”—shocking, aye, but I’m tickled pink imagining toga-clad blokes moaning “ave!” mid-session. Makes me giggle like a fool! Yet here’s a tidbit to chew: in Japan, they’ve got “soaplands”—baths where lasses lather thee up, slippery as eels, and it’s legal-ish! Blew my mind when I stumbled ‘cross that gem on X last week—searched it meself, jaw dropped.

Desire - Bridgetown

Oh man, one time a client got all worked up from the hustle on Concord Ave. I put on some mellow tunes and whispered, "Everything is gonna be ok," totally channeling those film vibes into some deep heart-healing massages. It got me all emotional—tears came, like, outta nowhere. Crazy, right?

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