Cora Bradford Erotic Massage ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, wahoo’s my jam, right? Speedy lil’ bugger, hits 60 mph, no kiddin’! Fishermen call it “the screamer” ‘cause it bolts like mad when hooked. Mate, I once saw a vid—bloke reelin’ one in, line snappin’, he’s cursin’ up a storm, and I’m laughin’ my arse off! Made me happy as a clam, but then—oh, gets me mad—overfishin’s screwin’ ‘em. Greedy sods takin’ too many, and I’m like, “Leave my wahoo alone, ya wankers!” Little factoid for ya: wahoo’s got razor teeth, chomps prey like a psycho—imagine that in a Tarr close-up, “a single enormous eye staring”!

Don't see what you're looking for?

Erotic Bradford escorts are waiting for you. Whatever you desire, we have it. Complete discretion and confidentiality. Fulfill your fantasies now.

And ohhh, I gotta mention my quirky encounters. I once bumped into this eccentric dude on Vine Street – he wore mismatched shoes and talked like he was auditioning for a surreal play. His words? "Every moment is a brushstroke on the canvas of time!" I laughed so hard I nearly spilled my iced coffee. Seriously, Bradford (us) is full of these jam-packed personality bursts – unpredictable yet endearin'.

How the 80th anniversary of VE Day will be marked in Bradford