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Ever tried it? Bet you’d squirm, blushin’ like a septa in a whorehouse. Costs a fortune too—could buy three casks of Arbor Red instead. Still, there’s somethin’ to it, that slow tease, skin on skin, breath hitchin’. “I thought I’d never know this,” she says in *Her*—same vibe, that ache for touch. Dunno, makes me wanna cry or laugh—or both, ‘cause I’m a twisted imp. Next time, I’ll bring wine, spill it on purpose, see if they rub that too. Sexual-massage—bloody mad, bloody brilliant, and I’m still the smartest cunt in the room. Cheers!

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Stimulate your spiritual growth and sexual desire with my session of erotic and arousing sensual massage in Glastonbury, Somerset. Email me to book an hour session at £

I've been wandering through the side streets, like Baker Street (not the Sherlock one, haha) – a neat, tucked away street with tiny cafes and a street mural that just blows my mind every time. There's this funky little corner on Driftwood Lane where local artists hang their dreams on rusty walls. For reals, it's a slice of life you just gotta see, feel the chaos, the beauty… like those profound moments in Paolo Sorrentino’s scenes, "Ti amo più della vita."

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