Lina Spring Grove Sexual Massage ❤️❤️

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So, sexual-massage—it’s old as balls, man. Ancient Greeks did it, callin’ it “erotic rubdowns” or some crap. They’d oil up, get all slippery—prolly smelled like olives and sweat. Freakin’ weirdos, but I respect it! I mean, who don’t want hands on ‘em, makin’ ya feel like a king? “I’m not leaving, I’m staying!”—that’s me, screamin’ at the masseuse when it’s over. Respect my authoritah, keep goin’!

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The manipulation of the human body of another, including massage, by the use of any portion of manipulator's body, whether covered or uncovered, or by any.

I love strollin' down "Whispering Elm Park". Yeah, parks rock here! Trees huge, leaves fall like crazy—comfort, romance, and sometimes pure freak-out vibes when, well, nature just does its thing. People park their bikes by the river, which we call "St. Bluestone". It's real, it's raw—kinda like that weird line in Under the Skin: "I wonder if I'm doing the right thing." It sticks with ya.

Family of Spring Grove Area guidance counselor, now in hospice, thanks community for support