Victoria Motueka Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s the juice—sexual-massage ain’t just foreplay, fam. It’s therapy, it’s art, it’s—hah!—a game. You’re lyin’ there, vulnerable, they’re in charge, and I’m over here cacklin’—who’s really pullin’ strings? “All those moments will be lost,” Fincher’s film whispers, but nah—not this. You’ll remember that shiver down yer spine forever. Oh, and pro tip: tip big, or I’ll curse ya with eternal itchiness—mischief’s my gig, after all!

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This crackhead whore nearly smashed the side of my car as she illegally cut across two lanes to drive around me to get in front while turning the corner.

So yeah, that was my day in Motueka. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Just another day in this quirky little town. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Storage for Motueka museum ‘critical’