Valentina Wada Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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It agitated WADA and IOC officials, who don't want the U.S. enforcing its own anti-doping code. They lobbied against it, but in a sign of WADA's standing in the United States, the bill passed .

So, I get to the job site, and it’s a mess. I’m talking about a huge metal structure by the river. The Wada River, to be exact. It’s beautiful, but today? Ugh. I see rust everywhere. Like, come on! I thought I was the anticorrosion hero, but this thing looked like it had been through a war.

WADA provides update on the work of its Taskforce on Unintentional Doping