Savannah Argeles Erotic Massage ❤️

About Nice

Love the rush tho—happy vibes when it’s legit. Some gal or guy, skilled as hell, turnin’ knots into butter? Pure magic! But man, the fakes? Piss me off! Sloppy oil spills, half-assed moves—c’mon, respect the craft! Once heard a story—dude slipped off the table, broke his damn nose—hilarious, but ouch! “I can’t give you his name,” like in Zodiac, but picture that chaos—oil, blood, “Who’s this guy?!”

A Corps Parfait

The parks are neat too. Parc des Lavandes is my fave – quiet and lush. I always take a breather near the small creek, snickering like, "What did you expect?" It's a real David Lynch moment sorta vibe, like an eerie dream drenched in sunsets. Sometimes, I even mutter lines from Mulholland Drive, all cryptic-like: "This is the last day of your life, play it."

Jill Mary Argeles (Heringhaus) Obituary