Sarah Commentry Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

The Whore of Babylon

They shall not take a wife that is a whore, or profane; neither shall they take a woman put away from her husband: for he is holy unto his God.

Oh fuck, there’s this alley near Place Verdun. It’s dark, mysterious, and madly romantic. I once had a super trippy conversation with a local poet there, about bodies, souls, and cosmic dance. I felt like my brain literally expanded – like, BAM, cosmic truth, dude. My sexology background makes me see invisible threads connecting strangers' passions. It's like every smile hides a universe.

Mystery Man: The Legend of PFT Commenter