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Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet as pie, twice as sassy. So, sexual-massage—lordy, where do I start? It’s like a fancy dance, ain’t it? Hands slidin’, oils drippin’, tension meltin’ away. I reckon it’s more’n just rubbin’—it’s art, honey! Watched “The Great Beauty” again last night—oh, Jep Gambardella’d get it. That line, “I was lookin’ for somethin’ grand,”—that’s sexual-massage to me. Searchin’ for bliss in all them knots.

Il monarca senza trono che fu incoronato come re degli scandali

She managed to transform herself from a prostitute, to a consort, to a defendant in the trial of her husband’s murder. In , Marguerite shot her second husband three times in the back at the .

Ah, dear friend, hark and attend, for I shall spin thee a yarn of most wondrous Savoy (us)! Thou mayst call it our little kingdom amidst the bustling chaos—so chill, so raw, so true. Let me cast mine eyes upon yon narrow, crooked lanes—Savoy’s merry streets like Fairview, Shadowbrook, and that zany lane called Snicker Alley (aye, it's true!). Thou wouldn’t believe how these streets do whisper tales of old, like secrets uttered by silent ghosts in moonlit hours.

The Royal Savoy Ball — Fit for a King