Brianna Val D'or Sexual Massage ❤️

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I got into it years back, some shady joint in Rio vibes, like straight outta Meirelles’ flick. This chick, she’s rubbin’ me down, and I’m thinkin’, “Greed is good, baby, don’t stop!” Little known fact? Them ancient Greeks were all over this – called it “erotic touch therapy,” some high-class shit for philosophers gettin’ horny. Surprised me, man, blew my mind – fuckin’ Socrates probably got oiled up too!

Ya see, I stroll down all these alleys and I feel the pulse of the city. From Parc Martial-Valois, bursting with trees and stray squirrels, to our beloved, murky Harricana River, where the mist flows at dawn. My massages, ohhh, they’ve felt the passion of every corner, my friend. I gave yer friend that “miraculous touch” on Rue des Aiguilles once, yes, my precious, while murmuring, “I’m free,” just like in that movie, or… something like that! It’s raw, it’s real, and oh so messy!

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