Elise Hadfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So, I’m thinkin’, whoa, this is dope—muscles meltin’, tension gone, cosmic peace hittin’. But then—bam!—some shady parlors piss me off, all sleazy vibes, not legit. Hate that crap, ruins the art! Real erotic-massage tho? Skilled hands, slow moves, builds up like Hans Landa’s tension—y’know, “That’s a bingo!” when it peaks. Surprised me first time—thought it’d be awkward, but nah, pure bliss, mate.

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Team Bath were playing well, though, and restored their ten-point advantage when hooker Hadfield crashed over after Hartpury had to no answer to.

I work as a relaxation specialist, so I see deets others don't. Like, every breath of wind in Oak Nook Park speaks to me. The trees here got stories, yo. I often settle there on my battered lawn chair, straight mesmerized. Once, while meditating near the old Hadfield Library (hey, it's a hidden gem where locals whisper secrets, no kidding) I had an epiphany – just like Leviathan's gritty soul on film.

Lent Poetry Podcast revisited: ‘Paternoster’ by Jen Hadfield