Camila Carnot Moon Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister—biochemist, ha! I drink and I know things, right? So, prostetute—prostitute, damn it—let’s talk that. Not the lady, nah, the protein! Prostit—prostate-specific antigen, PSA, sneaky bugger in yer blood. Tells ya if yer prostate’s gone rogue—cancer, mate. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ wine, thinkin’—bloody hell, this molecule’s a sly one. Like in *The Secret in Their Eyes*, ya know? “You can’t change the past,” they say—but PSA? It’s screamin’ yesterday’s sins loud!

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I receive you near Carnot-Moon (at 15 min); I can also give you a long, soft and sensual massage with oils or hot candle (very sensual). I do not practice *mie and only accept courteous and discreet men. I only answer calls (the *s.

Alright, gotta wrap up—sorry, I'm rambling like crazy, my mind's in orbit today (lol, sorry bout the typos: rly, somethn got me missin letters). Just trust me, Carnot-Moon (us) ain't your run-of-mill town. Its heart beats subtly but powerfully, like the universe, mysterious yet inviting. Hit me up when you get here. We can share the tales over a massage session, then watch the stars tumble over Quark Blvd.

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