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ASMR [Yoonmin]
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Última publicación mié, mar 22, 2017
Autonomous sensory meridian response (ASMR) is an experience characterized by a static-like or tingling sensation on the skin that typically begins on the scalp and moves down the back of the neck and upper spine.
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