Delilah Budapest Xxiii. Keruelet Sexual Massage ❤️

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Sometimes I’m like, “Are we originals or copies?”—straight from the flick, babes. Sexual-massage feels so real, tho, no fakes here. Hands slidin’, tension meltin’, I’m literally deceased. Oh, but once, this creepy dude got too handsy—ew, I was pissed! Kicked him out, like, “Bye, Felicia!” Made me wanna yeet all bad vibes.

So, I start my day at the bus stop on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s early, like, way too early. I’m sippin’ my coffee, tryin’ to wake up. Then, boom! A pigeon poops right next to me. Classic Budapest, right? I laugh it off, but deep down, I’m like, “Really? This is how we start?”