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Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, erotic-massage, huh? Man, what a trip! I’m a merchandiser, ya know, sellin’ stuff, movin’ product. But this? This ain’t no piggy bank sale! Erotic-massage is wild, like—whoa—touchin’ with purpose, ya dig? I mean, it’s all sensual, slippery, oiled-up vibes. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*—that slow burn, ya know? “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and dang, when yer kneadin’ someone’s back with that spicy intent, time just melts! Poof! Gone!

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Watch A lady with a sturdy body that is easy to massage seems a little hesitant at first, but she surrenders to the onslaught of erotic massage with a cheer!? She keeps cumming with a Missing: Plonsk.

So, I’m walking down ul. Płocka, minding my own biz, when I see this dude trying to parallel park. And I’m talking about a serious struggle. Like, come on, man! It’s not rocket science! He’s in a tiny Fiat, and it’s like watching a cat try to fit into a shoebox. I’m laughing, but also kinda mad. Like, dude, you’re making us all look bad!

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