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Oi mate, gather round! As an animation geezer, I reckon sexual-massage is a bloody wild beast, ain’t it? Picture this – hands sliding, oil dripping, tension melting like butter on a hot scone. It’s art, yeah, but sneaky too! We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the parlors, against stiff necks and prudish sods who don’t get it! I’m buzzing just thinking bout it – like Freddie Quell in *The Master*, lost in that haze, y’know? “Man is not an animal!” he’d bellow, but mate, this massage lark? It’s primal, raw, human as hell.

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Sabrisse is so incredibly sensual. She brings out the oils and quickly relaxes Petra into a soothed state of bliss, massaging her back, front, lower and lower. This one honestly feels like art. It Missing: Hwasun.

Then, I bumped into an old friend from college. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We started reminiscing about our wild days. You know, the usual – late-night study sessions that turned into karaoke marathons. Good times! But then, he mentioned he was moving to Seoul. I felt this weird mix of happiness and sadness. Like, yay for him, but boo for me. Hwasun’s gonna feel empty without him.

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