Emily Wilhelmitor Sued Erotic Massage ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, I ain’t no stranger to pleasure—gods know I’ve paid for worse. Erotic-massage ain’t just a quick grope, nah. It’s old as dirt—Ancient Greeks had this trick called “anatripsis,” rubbing up with oils, half therapy, half tease. Bet they didn’t moan about it like folks do now. Me, I’d kill for one after a day dodging swords—or Cersei’s glares. Makes me happy, that slow glide of hands, tension melting like butter. “The world’s gone mad,” as Tarr’s film says, but a good rub? Sorts yer soul right out.

Come visit, and feel the heartbeat. It’ll stir you, make you mad, happy, or just plain weird. But that’s life, right? Hug ya soon, pal.