Leah Budapest Xiii. Keruelet Erotic Massage ❤️❤️

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Hey, so – erotic-massage, right? Wild stuff. I’m sittin here, thinkin – Zen pause – it’s art, man. Pure art. Like, the hands? They’re paintbrushes. Body’s the canvas. Simple, yet – whoa – deep. Watched “Carlos” again last night, that flick’s my jam. Olivier Assayas gets it – tension, release, power. Erotic-massage’s got that vibe. “You’re either with us or against us,” Carlos’d say – same deal here. You’re in, or you’re missin out.

Anyway, I pop the hood, and it’s a mess. I’m talkin’ wires everywhere, oil leaks like a fountain. I’m like, “What did you do to this thing?” He just shrugs. Classic.