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Me fave movie, *Inherent Vice*, fits perfect here. Doc Sportello’d get it—stumblin’ through a haze, chasin’ tail, dodgy vibes everywhere. “She’s gone, man,” he’d say ‘bout some ghosted date. Sex-dating’s like that—half the time ya don’t even know who yer bangin’. Met this chick once, total Sortilège vibes—mystic, hot, batshit crazy. Thought she’d read my palms, ended up ridin’ me in a carpark. Next day? Poof! Gone like Shasta Fay. Pissed me off, precious, but damn, what a ride!

hansgrohe. Life is waterful.

I'm part of the Ruddervoorde crowd and erotic-massage is remarkable! Your smile makes me melt inside. I treasure Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Full Body.

Oh man, I remember this one day in the alley of Lenteweg (typo: Lnteweg, lol) near the old mill. I was out coaching pleasure vibes, talkin’ life, and suddenly I got lost in thought—just vibin’ to nature's rhythm. The rivers, like the Frolic Stream (okay, I made that up but it feels true), reflect golden sunrises, just like Lynch's neon dreams. It’s surreal, bro... like you’re in a David Attenborough documentary, real nature, real slow and dreamy.

Denise Betsema victorious in Superprestige Ruddervoorde