Eliza Tocatlán Puta ❤️

Acerca de Tijuana

Heard a story once, right, ‘bout this secret masaje joint in Bangkok, 70s vibe, like *Almost Famous* tour bus shenanigans. They used feathers, mate, FEATHERS! Not oils, not hands—tickled ya till ya begged for mercy. *gollum snort* Laughed my arse off! Who thinks that’s hot? Not me, precious, ¡lo odiamos! Felt angry, yeah, ‘cause it’s all hype, no soul. Like when Lester Bangs tells William, “You’re not out here to join the party!”—masaje erótico’s just posers actin’ deep.

Saldo blanco en “Tocatlanada”, liberaron cuatro vaquillas