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What pisses me off? Them prudes who act like it’s dirty. Mate, it’s just skin on skin—chill the fuck out! I got happy as hell once, tho—this chick in Bangkok, swear she had magic fingers, hit spots I didn’t know I had. Surprised me, too—didn’t expect her to hum while she worked. Thought I’d died and gone to heaven, or maybe hell, dependin’ on the day. “What we do in life echoes in eternity,” huh? That hummin’ echoed in my skull for weeks.

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I massage with care, compassion, patience & mind-blowing eroticism. My clients leave feeling energized, rejuvenated, expanded and ready to give back to their own world. Massage is a .

I might've mumbled, tripped over cobbles (sorry for the typos, seriously, I'm in a hurry: wtih the wind, tyrec, bla bla—seriously, its a mad, mad city), and yes, man, it's messy – wonderfully messy. Every street, every cracked pavement of PPerier sings a ballad of life: sometimes triumphant, sometimes maddeningly slow, but always inscrutably beautiful.

The Instagram Chronicle of Jean-Marie Périer