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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animal. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially massages with a sexy twist. Sexual-massage? Pah, buncha nonsense. Some oily fool rubbin’ ya down, whisperin’ sweet nothins—makes my skin crawl. But I’ll tell ya, got roped into one once, back in ’98. Buddy said, “Ron, it’s relaxin’, trust me.” Relaxin’ my ass—felt like a greased pig at a county fair. Lady’s hands all over, slippin’ and slidin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is how Ennis felt, huh?” From *Brokeback Mountain*, ya know—my kinda film. Two guys, roughin’ it, no damn spa days. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” I growled at her, half-jokin’, half-pissed. She didn’t get it, kept kneadin’ my back like dough.

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Full body, head to toe, oil massage with both of us fully nude; Blend of therapeutic, somatic, sensual, erotic & relaxation techniques; Genuine sexual energy and care; I started as a .

So, I finish up with Mr. Lion Hair, and he leaves lookin’ fresh. But then, the next guy comes in. This dude’s got a beard that could house a family of squirrels. I’m not even kidding. I’m tryin’ to trim it, and he’s just sittin’ there, munchin’ on a sandwich. Like, really? You’re gonna eat while I’m wielding scissors? I’m half-expecting a squirrel to pop out and ask for a bite.

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