Megan La Souterraine Sexual Massage ❤️❤️

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So, like, sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s old, too! Heard Egyptians did it—fancy, huh? Pharaohs gettin’ frisky with oils—wild! Makes me wonder, hmm… did they tip the masseuse? Prolly not—stingy royals. Anyway, it’s s’posed to relax ya, boost the mood—wink, wink! But, ugh, some creeps ruin it—turn it sleazy. Makes me mad, ya know? Like, keep it classy, jerks!

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A lovely very old bowl with ears stamped "la souterraine". Mysterious provenance Probably from Rouen. It is in good condition for its old age.

Now, listen, as a sexologist, I see more than just pretty facades. I see the human drama, the passion, the awkward lovemaking under moonlit skies beside the little river, La Rièvre – yep, that sneaky waterway cuttin' through town. Some nights, I even end up in the park near Place de la République, where couples whisper and giggle under ancient trees. Spontaneous nooks, you know? And sometimes, on a whim, I wander down Rue de la Liberté, laughin’ at the absurdity of life ("We hates it!"). A true scream of freedom in grey days.

The world famous ‘Topkweker Freddy’ is no longer with us…