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About Dallas

So, sexual-massage—ain’t just a quick grope, nah. It’s old as dirt, mate. Heard this wild tale—ancient Rome, blokes paid in gold for a “happy endin’.” Proper posh, right? Gets me blood pumpin’, thinkin’ how it’s all hush-hush still. Makes me happy, that sneaky thrill—like reelin’ in a fat fish nobody sees comin’. But Christ, some dodgy parlors? Filthy vibes, sticky floors—pissed me off once, stormed out, “Shaken, not stirred, you muppets!”

I’M SIMONE

My journey is anchored in Love and Healing. Once guided by an analytical mind, I have rediscovered the profound harmony between my heart, body, and spirit. Through .

I tend to wander through Naval Street when I need time to think, and one day I stumbled upon a little secret garden tucked behind an old factory – no one talks about it, but it’s a sanctum where monks might hold secret rendezvous in another life. Crazy, right? I kept hash-tagging that moment in my mind, feelin’ that deep, soothing pulse of life.

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