Sadie Chachersk Sexual Massage ❤️

About Brest

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ “Amour,” thinkin’—Georges ain’t just carin’ for Anne, he’s lovin’ her, touchin’ her, keepin’ her alive! “I’ll do everything,” he says, and damn if that don’t hit me hard. Sexual-massage is like that—intimate, messy, human. Not some sterile bullshit! I tried it once—okay, maybe twice—felt like a million bucks, no lie. Surprised the hell outta me—thought it’d be awkward, but nah, it’s like your soul’s gettin’ a high-five!

How can you tell if your Second Chakra is out of balance?

Man, this city’s a quirky gem. I’m a masseur here, so I notice every little twitch, every sore spot. Walking through Minskaya Street, oh dear, you'll see waterfalls of people hustlin’ and bustlin’. Its lights and noise make me think, “Son of Saul, one day, we’ll survive the chaos!” Like, seriously, man!

Chernobyl 30 years later