Isabelle L'ancienne Lorette Erotic Massage ❤️

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“Words are traps,” Godard mumbles in the movie. Same with erotic-massage. They whisper “relax,” but you’re wired, heart poundin’, brain yellin’ *what’s next?* I’d kill for one after a crap day—limpin’ around, patients whinin’. Surprised me how good it feels, tho. Like, *really* good. Better than Vicodin, and that’s sayin’ somethin’. Ever tried it? Don’t lie—everybody does. Sarcasm aside, it’s art—dirty, messy art. Those masseuses? Geniuses or con artists. Probably both.

Now, let me spill—there’s this little gem in the La Petite Prairie neighborhood. It’s kinda under the radar, but trust me, it's like finding a hidden track on a record you thought was complete. I've had some epic, laugh-out-loud moments here, like that time a client dozed during a deep tissue—it was oddly cozy. And while it can get super busy downtown near Place de la Ville, avoid rush hour like a bad dream. Ugh, so maddening sometimes, seriously!

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