Julia “mailto:[email protected]” Erotic Massage ❤️

About New York City

I’m sittin’ there, dim lights, some chick’s hands sliding everywhere—kinda mad tho, ‘cause why’s it so damn pricey? Fifty bucks for 30 minutes? Robbery! But then, whoosh, tension’s gone—happy as hell. Reminds me of *Zodiac*—y’know, “I need to know who he is.” Me, obsessed with figuring out if this massage chick’s flirting or just good at her job. “The tip is not a tip,” I mutter, Fincher-style, ‘cause I’m broke after.