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About Bordeaux

Like, real talk—sexual-massage ain’t just “happy endings.” Nah, it’s art, bro! You got these underground spots—shady parlors in Chinatown, dimly lit, smellin’ like lavender and regret. Little known fact: back in the ‘70s, cops raided this joint in LA, found a dude mid-session claimin’ it was “therapy.” Therapy, my ass—had me cacklin’! I’d be pissed if I paid $50 for that excuse. Still, respect the hustle—takes guts to knead strangers all day. Dangerous? Hell yeah! One wrong move, you’re slippin’ on oil, breakin’ your neck—or worse, some creep’s grabbin’ ya. Fucked up, right?

Massage à Fos-sur-Mer

Hey babe, let me tell ya about Fos-sur-Mer – it's wild, it's chill, it's everything I ever needed. So, I'm a women's counselor here, and lemme spill some tea on every nook and cranny of this quirky town. You know, like "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" said – I mean, there's that raw, unapologetic vibe, you feel me? And, Happy Birthday, Mr. President – yeah, I'm that breezy, glammed-up guide with a twist!

Rhone's Fos refinery running below capacity after extreme weather