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Me? I tried it once – don’t judge, ya nosy git! Was in dis shady parlor, dim lights, smellin’ like lavender and sin. Lady says, “Relax, big boy,” and I’m like, “Vhat, me? Da Gru?!” Hands on me back, den lower – Lightbulb! – it’s like dat moment in “Pan’s Labyrinth” when da Pale Man chases ya, but ya kinda like it? Freaky, da! Felt good, tho – real good. Muscles all soft, head spinnin’, but den – bam! – she asks fer extra cash. Pissed me off, greedy minion! I’m yellin’, “I’m no cash cow, lady!” Stormed out, still smellin’ like her fancy oil.

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Wether you’re in need of being held & witnessed in your emotions or just need presence & unconditional love as you process your experience. This cuddle healing may be offered on its .

Every nook tells me stories. One time, some nutjob spilled coffee outside my spa on Rue des Mimosas (yep, there's one). I was infuriated – it stained my walkway like scars of betrayal. I muttered, “Oh, for the love of... I choose violence!” and nearly went ballistic. Nah, kept my cool. Mostly.

A fierce start for Adrien Mirabelle (Ghlin, BE)