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About London

Love me some erotic-massage, fam! Hands slidin’, oils drippin’—makes Mr. T happy as hell. Ain’t no quickie backrub—takes skill, real slow, teasin’ moves. Got mad once, tho—dude rushed it, like “bro, this ain’t McDonald’s!” Pissed me off, wasted my cash. But when it’s good? Oh man, surprisin’ tingles everywhere—neck, thighs, you name it! Little secret: some pros use feathers—feathers, yo! Tickles in a sexy way, wild shit.

Disgusted? Not really

Tonbridge. It's a mix of old and new. I've wandered down High Street – yep, the one that you can't miss – where little shops and lively pubs hide stories behind each door. The Bridge itself? FFFFF, it's a sight. I mean, the river Medway flows so smooth, like nature's own film scene. Reminds me of that line: "We are, after all, the moving art of life." Fancy, huh?

Tonbridge School's Symphony Orchestra 'was a tour de force'