Lucy Decazeville Sexual Massage ❤️

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Me, I’m plowin’ fields all day, back’s knackered. Sexual-massage? Fuckin’ heaven, mate! Some chick in Bali—true story—used hot stones. Stones! Thought I’d melt like a bleedin’ candle. “Sharon!” Mumbled incoherence, she didn’t get it, kept goin’. Felt like Rocket dodgin’ bullets, y’know? Little known fact—ancient Greeks did this shit. Called it “anatripsis,” posh twats. Rubbin’ down soldiers after battles—fuckin’ hardcore!

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Decazeville is a funky mix of old and new. My spa is on Rue du Bonheur (yeah, literally “Street of Happiness” – ironic, right?) and it's a stone’s throw from Place de la Liberté. I always get a kick outta seein' the locals buzz around, kinda like those emotions racin’ in the head of Riley in Inside Out. I swear, sometimes I see Anger throwin’ a tantrum when the café on Boulevard du Soleil (or "Sun" – sounds like it, huh?) runs out of croissants. Eat my shorts!

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