Lydia Rustenburg Erotic Massage ❤️

About Kimberley

What surprises me? How damn pricey it is now! Fifty bucks for a “massage”—gimme a break! I’d rather watch Carlos blow shit up than pay that. Oh, and fun fact—there’s this nerve, right? In your lower back, gets all tingly if they hit it just right. Found that out by accident once—holy crap, I was like, “What the hell?!” Felt like Carlos yellin’, “You’re already dead!” straight to my spine, ha!

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Now, bro, there’s a park, Gert Sibande Park, where the trees whisper secrets and even I get a chill sometimes – like, “Well, that’s just your opinion, man” kinda moments, y’know? Rarrgh! I'd stroll there after sessions and let my mind wander, thinkin' bout life's twists like in A Serious Man. Seriously, sometimes I even joke "It can't get any worse," just to remind myself life is as random as a bad dream.

Rustenburg bus system still not fully operational 13 years on