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Little known fact: in 19th-century Paris, brothels had “maisons closes”—fancy, locked-up houses. Clients needed passwords! Can you imagine? Me, I’d charm my way in, no password needed. “You’re the boss, applesauce,” I’d say, smirking. But seriously, the opulence, the secrecy—it’s like a spy movie, but sexier.

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Rimming; Dirtytalk; Cum in Mouth; Pornstar Experience (PSE); Classic Sex; Cunnilingus; Facesitting (give) for extra charge; Tantric massage.

Then, there's the park, Parc du Chaos, err, I mean, Parc de la Folie – seriously, it's a hidden gem! Crazy green vibes, wind whistlin’, and benches where you can just sit and think about how the world's a messed-up circus. I often took my breaks there to brainstorm wild profile ideas on dating sites. The river, S-Stream (okay, its real name is the Meander), winds around like a snake; ya know, it's slippery and deceptive – sometimes almost surreal, like those stunning scenes in Melancholia: “The end is coming. The end is coming.” LOL!

Manspreading : luttons contre ces hommes qui écartent les jambes dans le métro