Emilia Azor Sexual Massage ❤️

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Well, howdy y’all! Git-R-Done! Me, a Creative Director, huh? Fancy title for a fella like me! So, sexual-massage – lordy, that’s a hot tamale! Ain’t just yer regular rub-down, naw. It’s sensual, steamy, gets ya all tingly-like. Think of them hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension meltin’ away – yeehaw! Reminds me of *Brooklyn*, ya know? That movie gets me every damn time. Eilis, she’s all “I forgot this,” leavin’ Ireland, chasin’ dreams. Sexual-massage is like that – ya forget the world, just feel.

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The present invention is a vibrator with an integrated alarm/reminder clock that initiates the vibration function of the vibrator for a predetermined period.

So, I get to the clinic, right? It’s on Ben Gurion Ave. The place is packed. I mean, like, standing-room-only packed. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I grab my tools, and I’m ready to roll. But then, this dude walks in. He’s got a broken leg, and he’s actin’ like he’s auditioning for a drama. “Oh, the pain! The agony!” I’m like, “Dude, chill. You’re not dying.”

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