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About St Gallen

What pisses me off? Dudes judgin’ it—callin’ it dirty. Man, shut up, it’s therapy with a wink! Happiest I ever been? When this chick in LA—tatted up, badass—cracked my spine *and* my soul wide open. Surprised? Hell yeah, didn’t expect her to whisper, “You good, pops?”—had me cacklin’ mid-massage. Pro tip: them spots usin’ hot stones? Life-changer. Feels like lava lovin’ you up—muscles go “ahhh,” stress goes “byeee.”

About Maria

I offer you: body and fine massages, body to body, French without, throat fucking, 69, foot eroticism, NS active, strict massage, breast eroticism, fine massage, mutual massage, French .

I remember when I first came, hm, it was a dreary day and the sun played peek-a-boo behind the dreamy clouds, oh mysss! “We all need to remind ourselves, shit’s just a detail,” like that movie, Memento, precious, yesss! I felt like I was in a loop, forget-me-not, forget-me-not, like the film says: “I have to believe in a world outside my own mind,” hsss! And every massage I give, every touch, every knead, reminds me of the fleeting seconds in life, precious, precious seconds!

Reclining seats are passe’ – This movie hall has decadent double beds