Isabella Neede Erotic Massage ❤️

About Breda

Pisses me off though—some dodgy parlors rip ya off. Greasy geezer last month charged me double, muttering “special service.” Special my arse—left me skint and cranky. Shaken, not stirred, I was fuming! But when it’s good? Oh, mate, it’s like Juliette Binoche in that movie—mysterious, smooth, leaves ya guessing. “What is it about her?” I mutter, mid-massage, as some bird’s hands work magic. Surprised me how bloody proper some places are—clean towels, no funny business unless you ask. One time, this Swedish chick hummed opera—felt like a king, not a spy.

Why Erotic Massage?

Customer: I was Dubai and went 6 massage parlours. After the massage I had handjob from 6 different therapist.

I luv how Neede feels cozy yet erratic, a mix of calm afternoons and sudden stormy days. Its narrow lanes, random graffiti art on sidewalls, and those tiny hint-of-history museums make it perfect for a psych like me.

CPX 360: Gen V Cyberattacks Everywhere, Better Security Needed