Zara Brunehault Sexual Massage ❤️

About Brussels

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m this cargo transport dude, right? Aliens like us, we see shit different. Sexual-massage – wild stuff, man! Like, it’s all about hands movin’, bodies vibin’. Not just some rub-down, nah. It’s sneaky, sensual, gets ya tinglin’. Watched “The Pianist” last night – damn, that Polanski flick! Szpilman’s hands on them keys, pure magic. Reminds me of sexual-massage, y’know? “I’m alive, I’m alive!” – that’s the vibe it gives.

Nourished Touch

Chaussee Brunehaut or Brunehilda's Highway. I wish I knew its Roman name. There's an informative account of its history in Brian Mooney's book, Long Way for.

Dey called me loco sometimes. My job as pleasure coach, ya know, taught me to find bethidden gems. I roamed around my fav haunt: the tiny library on Rue du Rêve. It ain't big, but my heart, it exploded there. I mean, the map of Brunehault (be) prints in my mind every damn day.