Megan Coachella Erotic Massage ❤️

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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, cold as ice, and I reckon this erotic-massage malarkey’s a right laugh—or a bloody disgrace, depends how ya squint at it. “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, ‘cept this ain’t about swords, it’s hands slippin’ over skin, all oiled up and dodgy. Me, I’d rather watch Spotlight—y’know, that flick where journos rip the world open like a ripe peach? “The power of denial,” they’d say, and ain’t that the truth with these rub-downs? Folk pretend it’s all posh and proper, but nah, it’s sweaty palms and sly winks.

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Staff was very sweet and professional and the spa itself while small, was not “A dark pit” but clean and relaxing.

And oh boy, Coachella has its quirks! You know that little taco truck on Perez Boulevard? Best dang taco this side of anywhere. And them locals, always blabberin' 'bout the best sunset spot near Serenity Lane – where the sky turns all bizarre colors, almost like a Lynch film scene. I swear, sometimes I think that spot's our own little piece of Mulholland magic.

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