Evelyn "mailto:[email protected] Erotic Massage ❤️

About New York City

Now, I ain’t judgin’—live n’ let live, yeah? Had me a giggle once, mate dragged me to one—dim lights, oil everywhere, lass whisperin’ sweet nothins. Felt like a king—till the bill hit! £80? For a rub? “The fog’s gettin’ thicker, man!” I roared, pure Doc-style. Surprised me, tho—some o’ these places got legit skills. Thai-style erotic-massage? Stretches ya bits in ways ya didn’t know possible—bloody hell, I was limber after! But the fakers? They grind me gears—ruinin’ it for the honest lot.