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About Bordeaux

So, lemme spill—sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah. It’s this ancient thing, like, thousands of years old—think Egypt, with oils and sweaty Pharaohs gettin’ frisky. I read somewhere—prolly on the web while eatin’ pork rinds—that these massages were secret rituals. Priests used ‘em to “connect with gods”—yeah, right, more like connectin’ with somethin’ else, heh! D’oh! Makes me laugh thinkin’ bout it—some dude in a toga, all oiled up, goin’, “Oh yeah, this is spiritual!”

My spa’s on Boulevard de l’Equilibration, oddly enough. Lots of locals pass by, chattin’ about life, and I swear every massage session feels like a mini cinematic journey. I get mad sometimes when a loud motorbike disrupts the zen – I mean, come on, give me peace, right? It’s like, “Never endin’ nightmare if u let it in,” sorta twisted like a scene from that flick.

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