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I tried it once—don’t tell Marge! Dude, the masseuse, she’s all “relax, Homer,” and I’m like, “Relax? I’m sweatin’ donuts here!” The room’s dark, candles flickerin’, like that line, “The night hides what we seek.” Felt so sneaky, loved it, but—D’oh!—kept thinkin’ Flanders’d bust in, preachin’ purity. Made me mad too—why’s this gotta be hush-hush? Ain’t hurtin’ nobody!

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Erotic massage (Relaxing and sensual massage with oils). Shower deep throat. That I don't practice ⛔️ ❌Domination ❌N@ture report ❌10mt 15mnt

The city’s neighborhoods? They’re freakin’ diverse. There’s La Bellevie, where locals hang like stubborn weeds, and motley folks roam the side streets. You see, on Rue de la Lune, they claim you can catch stray whispers of old secrets. One time, I overheard a couple arguing about their misfortune right near the riverbank – the River de Domerat – so calm and cold. Reminds me of a scene in that crooked dreamscape of Mulholland Drive: “Is this real?” I nearly choked on my coffee.

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