Rebecca Friendly Sexual Massage ❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, sexual-massage, eh? Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in paradise. I’ve seen brothels in King’s Landing with less tension! Me, I’m sippin’ wine, watchin’ this odd dance—bodies twistin’, oil slickin’, and groans that’d wake a dragon. Reminds me of that line from *Her*—y’know, my fave flick—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Ain’t that the truth? Folks payin’ good coin to rewrite their lonely nights with a rubdown.

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where you would like to massage your partner. Start with picking up a nice body oil, dimming the lights and lighting a few aromatic candles.

Sometimes, its suburban bits seem scromched, messy. But the heart always beats out strong. I know every nook, every hidden caffee in a rush. Its spontaneous, unpredictable, raw. Totally kek.

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