Lauren Gulbene Erotic Massage ❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson—deadpan, “I hate everything.” Erotic-massage? Hmph. Buncha sweaty hands rubbin’ folks for cash. Ain’t my thing, but I get it—people wanna feel somethin’. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than let some stranger knead my back like dough. Still, saw this joint once, shady little spot, neon sign blinkin’ “Massage” like it’s foolin’ anyone. Guy outside looked like he’d rubbed one too many. Made me laugh, kinda. “How happy are those days?” I muttered—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*. ‘Cause lemme tell ya, forgettin’ that creepshow woulda been a blessin’.

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I hit up Brīvības iela first. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Lots of shops, people hustlin’ and bustlin’. I’m just vibin’, when I see this dude trying to sell flowers. He’s got this wild hair, like he just got outta a wind tunnel. I’m like, “Bro, you sure those flowers ain’t gonna fly away?” He laughs, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today won’t suck.”

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