Elise Corleone Erotic Massage ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Now, listen, chile—erotic-massage ain’t just hands goin’ rogue. It’s ‘bout them nerves, them tingles, wakin’ up stuff you forgot you had! I’m over here cacklin’, thinkin’ ‘bout some fool tryna act cool while they slippin’ off the table, all oiled up! “The limit exists only in the soul,” Godard said—well, these folks’ souls must be limitless, ‘cause they out here buck naked gettin’ kneaded like biscuit dough! Hella funny, but I’m judgin’ too—don’t tell nobody, I’m secretly jealous! Ain’t nobody rubbin’ Madea’s bunions like that!

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It's a very thorough massage and very relaxing. Then you are covered up and left to rest. It was a lovely experience, nothing like a Turkish hammam.

But then, BAM! Outta nowhere, a car screeches around the corner on Via della Libertà. I’m like, “What the heck?” It’s a delivery truck, and it’s swervin’ like it’s in a Fast & Furious movie. I jump up, ready to blow my whistle. But the driver? He just waves and keeps goin’. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re gonna take out a gelato stand!”

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