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About Montpellier

Me, bumbling Boris, ex-PM, tousled mop—reckon I’d be rubbish at whoring. Too much waffle, not enough action—*mea culpa*! But it’s human, innit? Messy, daft, glorious. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” Jesse muses—whore’s got memories, tales to tell, scars too. Makes me happy, oddly—grit of it all. Life ain’t polished oak, it’s splintered planks, and that’s alright. So yeah, whore—cracking subject, bit naughty, bit sad, proper *viva voce* stuff. What d’ya reckon, pal? Fancy a pint and a natter?

Cumpleaños andres y natalia

Lemme tell ya, I've seen stuff. Crazy nights in Andresy: a street concert bursting out near Avenue du Soleil, echoing Moulin Rouge tunes; the locals dance as if springs have popped out of thin air! Y'know, massage sometimes ain't just about muscles – it's about vibes, emotions, and letting the city's rhythm get in your bones. Too many times, I've felt so happy I nearly cried, then mad when a client forgot his appointment – lost my temper a bit, hehe.

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