Ava Lesznowola Sexual Massage ❤️

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Sometimes I’m like, “Am I in a massage or a porno?”—cosmic confusion, mate! Hands get *real* close to the no-zone, y’know? Hilarious tho, awkward boner pops up—oops, “I’m not wearing hockey pads!” Total cringe, but whatever, laugh it off. Ain’t perfect, just human—well, half-robot, heh. So yeah, sexual-massage? It’s the tits, pure chaos and calm mashed up. Try it, ya muppet—let the universe knead ya!

Godziny otwarcia

I head over, and wow, this place is lit! The aroma of fresh coffee hits me like a wave. I order a cappuccino and a slice of their famous cheesecake. I’m sitting there, feeling like a king, when suddenly, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? The whole street goes dark. People are freaking out. I’m just sitting there, laughing. Like, really? In Lesznowola?

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