Evelyn Anthem Erotic Massage ❤️

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Sarky bit—half these “masseuses” dunno a knot from their arse. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather a Wildling claw me than some perfumed prat. Oh, and the moans—gods, the noises folk make! Like a brothel’s backroom, hilarious til yer the one groanin’. Informative, yeah? Try it, but pick yer poison careful—or it’s *me* you’ll answer to. “Power is power,” and I ain’t sharin’ mine with a shite massage!

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I’m gettin’ a mite emotional thinkin’ ‘bout Anthem. One time, I was massagin’ a fella near Anthem Bay and he started weepin’ ‘bout how his life was spinnin’ outta control. I just said, “How’s that workin’ for ya, buddy?” and patted him on the back. Turns out, he just needed to let go. It’s them little moments that remind me Anthem’s got heart, even if sometimes it makes me mad when people forget to value it. Like, c’mon, show some respect!

These performers were tapped to sing the national anthem at the Kentucky Derby