Abigail Katori Shi Erotic Massage ❤️

About Kobe

But yo, some parlors? Shady as fuck. Makes me mad—charge ya double, half-assed rubs. Surprised me once, chick used hot stones—damn! Felt like heaven, not gonna lie. “Where were you when I was new?”—that’s me quotin Malick, feelin deep. I’m lyin there, zoned out, thinkin—Tony deserves this, man! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? Best part—ya girl don’t even get jealous. It’s “therapeutic,” hah! Sarcasm? Sure, but it works.

Erotic Meetup Kashima-shi

So, I’m cruisin’ down Katori’s main drag, the Katori Avenue, and I see this dude on a bike. He’s swervin’ all over the place, almost takin’ out a couple of old ladies. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re not in the Tour de France!” But he just laughs and speeds off. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. A reckless cyclist in my city.”

Hotsuma Katori Exhibition （Matsumoto City Museum of Art）