Claire Valreas Erotic Massage ❤️

About Bordeaux

So, erotic-massage, man, it’s wild. Ain’t just a rubdown, naw! It’s them hands gettin’ frisky, hittin’ spots ya didn’t know existed. I was like, “Well, tarnation!” First time I heard ‘bout it, some fella in a shady joint told me, “It’s legal, kinda.” Made me madder’n a wet hen – why’s it so hush-hush? But then, I tried it, y’all! Happier’n a pig in mud! Them oils, that slow touch – oof, takes ya to Montmartre in yer head, like Amélie skippin’ stones.

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After that drama, I decide to hit up the local vineyard. You can’t go to Valréas and NOT do wine, right? So I’m at Domaine de la Grange, and it’s beautiful. Rows and rows of vines, the sun setting behind ‘em. I’m feelin’ all poetic and stuff. I taste some wine, and wow, it’s like a party in my mouth. I’m happy again!

Corso fleuri (floral floats) in Provence