Aria Pogoanele Sexual Massage ❤️

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So, sexual-massage—it’s old as hell. Bet ya didn’t know ancient Greeks were all over it, callin’ it some fancy “massage for the soul” bullshit. Soul, my ass—it’s about gettin’ off, let’s be real! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, “How do I get me some of that?”—‘cause I deserve it, dammit! Respect my authoritah! And then I’m like, wait, this kinda reminds me of *Amour*, ya know, my fave movie. That old dude, Georges, he’s all gentle with Anne, touchin’ her careful-like when she’s sick. “I’ll take care of you,” he says, all soft and shit. Sexual-massage ain’t that deep, but it’s still hands on, makin’ ya feel alive—or horny, whatever.

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But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Just like that! The whole place goes dark. People are freaking out, and I’m just sitting there, laughing. I mean, it’s Pogoanele, what do you expect? The lights flicker back on, and everyone cheers. It’s like we just survived a zombie apocalypse or something.

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