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About Brasov

Oh, typo city, haha – brothl, brotel, screw it. Funny tho, imagine a brothel in *Brooklyn*’s 1950s. Eilis walkin by, all shy, “What’s that noise?” Tony laughin, “Not our scene, babe.” Cracks me up, man. Stoic as hell, but I’d smirk. “Whoa.” Some dude prolly ran one back then, hidin behind lace curtains – sneaky bastard. Bet it smelled like cheap perfume and regret.

Naked Poetry

My approach to erotic massage is to induce a total overload for the senses. Forget ‘mind blowing’, let’s go one step further. I want to ride the wave of pleasure a little harder with you, tumbling .

So, I finally make it to the café, and guess what? They’re outta my favorite pastry! Ugh! I mean, how do you run out of croissants at 10 AM? I’m standing there, fuming, like, “What’s next? No coffee?” But they had some decent cappuccino, so I guess I can’t complain too much.

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