Aria Pico Rivera Whore ❤️

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Witty bit: half these sods fall asleep mid-massage. Snoring through the sexy bits—hilarious! Me? I stay awake, soakin’ it in. “I’m becoming much more than they programmed,” says Samantha—same with this, mate. More than a rub, it’s a trip. So, grab a glass, try it yerself—I’d wager you’ll limp out grinning. I drink, I know things, and I bloody love erotic-massage. Cheers!

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Just like I mentioned in the title, I’m looking for old pictures of Pico Rivera from the 80s. I grew up there, in Jardin specifically, so the Rio Hondo river and Rio Hondo park were my old stomping .

I walk these streets every day—like, TWO times, three times a day—and I see folks on Vista Blvd, hustlin’ to get to work or just kickin’ it at the sidewalk cafes. Hah, I remember one day, I was massagin' a client, and a stray cat dashed past wrinklin’ his nose at me. Man, funny as heck! I said, “Precious, ye nasty cat!” Oh wait, wrong movie line—but ya get it.

Storm and tornado damage cleanup underway in Pico Rivera