Mari Sant Lluis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Malaga

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

Sant Lluís

Man, my love for this city goes deep. Its streets, people, and secret corners fuel my soul. Every massage session tells a hidden story. Like Remy said in Ratatouille, "If you’re not here to help, then you’re taking up space!" So I do my bit, chillin' and massaging away the blues.

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