Claire Mykolayiv Whore ❤️

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So, erotic-massage—man, it’s a trip! Ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s sneaky, sensual, gets ya tingly. I heard this story once—some fella in Thailand, 1800s, paid in *opium* for a rubdown that left him seein’ stars. True? Who knows! But I was like, damn, that’s baller! Little known fact: them ancient Greeks? They was all about it—called it “body worship.” Freaky, huh? Got me hollerin’—why ain’t we doin’ this at home?

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Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on my couch, thinking about the day. Mykolayiv, you’re a wild ride. You’ve got your ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you trip over a sidewalk, laugh at a skateboard fail, and eat the best borscht all in one day?

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