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About Paris

Right, so, it’s meant to relax ya, innit? But half the time you’re wonderin’ if they’ve got a degree in massage or just watched a YouTube vid pissed on cheap lager. Little fact for ya – back in the day, ancient Greeks were at it, callin’ it some posh “healin’ touch” bollocks. Bet they didn’t have neon signs flashin’ “Happy Endings Here!” like these muppets today. Makes me angry, it does – proper riles me up – cos it’s all a con half the time, chargin’ 50 quid for a glorified tickle!

Annonces GOLD

Regarde les femmes à Wittenheim. Faites-vous faire un massage érotique. Vous pouvez aussi choisir un massage tantrique spécial, ou peut-être un massage nuru.

First off, I step outta my little workshop on Rue de la République, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I’m like, “Great start, genius.” But whatever, I brush it off. I head to the market on Place de la Mairie. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and that guy who sells the best cheese? Yeah, that one. I’m just minding my own business, when I see this old lady, Madame Dupont, struggling with her bags. I rush over, all heroic-like, and help her out. She’s like, “Oh, merci, mon petit!” I’m feelin’ like a champ, right?

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