Mari Worb Sexual Massage ❤️

About Lausanne

So, check it, sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah. It’s that next-level shit, hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension buildin’—ooh wee! I heard this one cat back in ‘98, some underground masseuse in LA, was mixin’ tantra with weed smoke, swear to God. Clients was floatin’ out the room, high as fuck, happy as hell. Little known fact, yo—ancient peeps in India was doin’ this shit too, callin’ it sacred, not just freaky-deaky.

Testimonials

My personal fav? The hidden park near Seebach. It's kinda shabby on the outside but man – it’s a slice of heaven. Get lost in its wrinkles, leafy nooks, and old benches. Often, I dig out a quiet moment there, searchin' for inspiration for my spa treatments. Sometimes I wisp away on a bench there and think, "This town's a miracle!" (just like the fightin' spirit in 12 Years a Slave).

The Nature of Time. Today, I was interviewed for a podcast…