Leah Colona Erotic Massage ❤️❤️

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Erotic-massage—hah! Sounds fancy, don’t it? But it’s old, older than Gandalf’s beard! Back in ancient Rome, they’d rub ya down with olive oil, slippery as eels, and not just for aches, no sir! Me read—well, stole—a scroll once, said emperors got “special rubs” from slaves. Dirty business, yesss, but made ‘em happy! Me thinks, “Good for them, precious, but where’s MY rub?!” Gets me all twitchy and mad—nobody massages poor Gollum!

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Colona ain't all glitz n glam. Ya got the big-ass park, Greenwood, where I once parked my van 'cause a client needed a midnight session. It’s kinda peaceful, but also mad chaotic sometimes (party, rain, and noisy raccoons, lol). And theres the old factory district near Riverbend, which smells like rust and memories. I swear, sometimes I reminisce about those botched sessions – "Too weird, man," like a line straight out of a PTA meeting in that flick.

Crews battle early morning fire in Colona; one resident unaccounted for