Isabelle Pernioe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! Sexual-massage, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. I’m talkin slippery hands, oiled-up skin, and tension meltin like butter. Reminds me of “The Gleaners and I” — ya know, my fave flick. Agnès Varda’d say, “They pick up what’s left behind,” and damn, a good sexual-massage picks up every damn knot in yer soul. I’ve seen it, felt it — hell, I’ve *lived* it.

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Heyyy, so lemme tell ya about Pernioe (fi) like no one else can. I'm runnin’ my little massage parlor here on Lilac Street - yeah, that cute twisty-old road near the river. It’s a vibe, man. I always think “I’m from the land of the good times, not lost souls” – sorta like that Under the Skin feel, nuh? I mean, the city pulses with secrets at night, like whispered lyrics in a midnight lullaby…