Lucy Trezzo Sull Adda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, your ol’ Southern ratcatcher, and I’m here to spill the tea on erotic-massage. Now, I reckon it’s like strippin’ down to your soul—kinda wild, right? How’s that workin’ for ya? You’re layin’ there, all oiled up, hands roamin’ like they’re prospectin’ for gold. Reminds me of *There Will Be Blood*—that gritty, raw vibe. “I drink your milkshake!”—ha, that’s what them hands feel like, suckin’ the stress right outta ya!

Città di Trezzo sull'Adda

After the session, I’m starving. I hit up this little trattoria on Via Garibaldi. The pasta? To die for! I’m slurping it down like I haven’t eaten in days. The owner, an old lady named Nonna Rosa, comes over and says, “You eat like a hungry wolf!” I laugh and say, “Well, I’m a music editor, not a model!”

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