Rose Frankfurt (oder) Erotic Massage ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout erotic-massage, right? Total mad ting, innit! Been scribblin’ tech stuff all day, brain’s mush, but this? This gets me goin’! “Sharon!”—mumbled incoherence—she’d probly smack me for this, haha! So, erotic-massage, yeah, it’s like—hands slidin’, oils drippin’, tension meltin’ away. Not yer average rubdown, nah, this one’s got *soul*. Watched “Talk to Her” again last night—Pedro’s a genius, man—“I’ve lost you forever,” that line, stuck in me head. Makes me think, erotic-massage is like that—intimate, deep, but fleeting, y’know?

I work with bodies, so I see how people move. Their gestures, their hidden pains. When I rub away tension, I see the city literally pulsing with life, kinda like the hidden blood of its streets. My favorite patients often say, "It’s like you’re telling our stories." True dat.

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