Emily Valparaiso Sexual Massage ❤️

About Houston

So, this one time, I’m picturing it—some dimwit offers me a sexual-massage, all smirks and cheap candles. I choose violence. Always. “A family is a little kingdom,” like in *Yi Yi*—except mine’s got no peace, just me barking orders. This massage crap? It’s power play dressed up as pampering. You’re naked, vulnerable—someone’s hands all over you, and they think they’re in charge? Piss off. I’d rather burn the room down than let ‘em think they’ve got me soft.

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So, first off, downtown is lit – Main Street and Fleet Ave got that old-school charm. I cruise past these funky murals and vintage shops, thinkin’ “This ain’t no bullshit, it’s a masterpiece!” I remember one time, workin’ my magic at a day spa on North Michigan Street, and my client whispered, “I feel untouchable.” Damn, kinda like that badass Tarantino line, “I love rumors! Facts can be so misleading,” whooo!

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