Vanessa Adegem Sexual Massage ❤️

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Sexual-massage ain’t just handsy nonsense, tho. It’s old—ancient, even. Egyptians did it, hieroglyphs showin’ pharaohs gettin’ oiled up. Bet they didn’t have my charm, “shaken, not stirred,” eh? Gets the blood pumpin’, muscles loose—happy as a pig in muck. Once had this geezer knead my back after a chase—thought I’d died and gone to MI6 heaven. “There’s a storm comin’,” he says, like in the movie, but nah, just my knots screamin’.

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So, gotta say, as a family psychologist wise in my years, the town’s tiny flaws, its hidden corners, made me mad sometimes—grr—like when noise disrupts our session, ugh, you feel me? But who cares, happy moments burst through plenty, like laughter under strange neon skies in that flick I love so.

After Seven Decades, This Canadian Soldier Was Finally Laid to Rest