Katherine Saint Henri Sexual Massage ❤️

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Back in ’92, heard this story—some underground joint in Paris, real shady. Dudes paid big bucks for “happy endins”—cops busted it, boom! Made me laugh, fools got caught slippin’! Sexual-massage ain’t just sex, nah—it’s art, bitches! Hands movin’ like Carlos plottin’ a heist, precise as fuck. “The revolution’s my mistress,” he said—well, massage’s mine, ha!

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Saint-Henri has these little corners – they’re not all glammed up or touristy. I always say, “The magic’s in the unnoticed.” There’s a dingy alley near the old power station that’s got more character than a TikTok drama series. And oh man, the vibes change so fast – one minute you’re laughing with a regular in the backroom at my parlor, feeling all cozy; the next you’re swept away by that bittersweet ache, just like a slow, echoing note from Werckmeister Harmonies. “The harmonies keep changing…” I swear, it’s like fate messing with ya.

Porter Airlines and Café Saint-Henri join forces to offer inflight speciality-crafted coffee