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About Marseille

I’ve had this one gig in Bangkok—little known fact, yeah?—these Thai massage joints, they’ve been at it since forever, like 2,500 years or some mad shit. They mix herbs, heat, and some next-level finger work—proper sensual espionage. Made me happy as a pig in mud, but once this dodgy bloke botched it—rushed like a rookie henchman. Pissed me off, hands jerkier than a drunk Q tinkering gadgets. I was like, “Mate, finesse it or I’m out!”

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Eva Briancon met on the street a masseur who offered her an exclusive program in the building on the road. Entering inside, the bitch saw transparent glass and easily undressed. The vulgar masseur immediately put hand into pussy and gently caressed. The girl quickly became excited and made a blowjob. The peasant realized that the beauty was ripe for fucking.

The streets? Man, take Rue des Remparts. It winds decades old like a maze. I stroll there, thinkin’ life’s puzzles and all, ya know? Gee, makes a family psychologist like me reflect on more than just broken hearts.

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