Amelia Butler Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Hey, pal, so sexual-massage, huh? I’m like, strumming my air guitar, thinkin’—this shit’s wild! Picture this: me, Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” watchin’ some oiled-up scene unfold. It’s all sensual vibes, right? Hands slidin’, bodies hummin’ like a riff from “Only Lovers Left Alive.” That movie—damn, it’s my jam! Adam and Eve, those sexy vamps, would totally dig this. “What is this music?” Adam’d say, all moody, while Eve’s smirkin’, “It’s alive, like us.” Sexual-massage is that kinda alive, ya know?

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Simples, my friend, that's Butler – a mix of kindle and chaos. The neighbors are mad, they’re sweet, and sometimes downright cheeky! I once had a client from Mapleview who kept sayin' “stupid, fat hobbit!” in a sing-song voice. I laughed so hard, nearly dropped my oils all over the place! And ohhh, funny how every little alley, every café on Main St just buzzes with hidden stories and raw feelings, each one like its own little secret that’ll surprise you again and again.

Butler unionized workers plan strike for May 15