Sadie Jambes Sexual Massage ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, sexual-massage, yeah? *trips over imaginary chair* Oof, blimey! Me, Mr. Bean, reckons it’s dead brill—bit naughty, innit? Like, you’re all tense, shoulders knotted, then—*whispers*—hands sliding, oil dripping, ooh la la! Watched “Spotlight” again last night—me fave, right? Them reporters digging, “This is big,” they say, and I’m thinking—sexual-massage’s got secrets too! Like, didja know—ancient Rome, they had these dodgy massage parlors? Togas off, oil on—proper cheeky! *wiggles eyebrows, spills tea*

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Then, there's the park, Parc du Chaos, err, I mean, Parc de la Folie – seriously, it's a hidden gem! Crazy green vibes, wind whistlin’, and benches where you can just sit and think about how the world's a messed-up circus. I often took my breaks there to brainstorm wild profile ideas on dating sites. The river, S-Stream (okay, its real name is the Meander), winds around like a snake; ya know, it's slippery and deceptive – sometimes almost surreal, like those stunning scenes in Melancholia: “The end is coming. The end is coming.” LOL!

Manspreading : luttons contre ces hommes qui écartent les jambes dans le métro