Lydia Pohang Erotic Massage ❤️

About Changwon

My fave movie, “The Pianist,” fits perfect. That scene—Szpilman hiding, quiet, tense as hell. Erotic-massage got that same hush—soft moans, dim lights, like you’re escaping the world’s bullshit. “What am I doing here?” he’d mutter. Me? I’m like, “What am I doing NOT getting one?!” Had one last week—dude’s hands were magic, I’m yelling, “RUB ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT!” Exaggerating? Maybe. Felt like a king, tho.

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But then, I step in a puddle. Like, a huge one. My shoes are soaked. I’m cursing under my breath, “Why, Pohang, why?” But then I see this cute dog running around, and I can’t help but smile. Dogs make everything better, right?

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