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About Marseille

So, here’s the deal—sexual-massage ain’t your grandma’s back rub. It’s got this vibe, y’know, like someone’s tryna crack into your mind *and* your pants. “The dream is collapsing!”—I’m yellin that in my head while she’s kneadin my shoulders. Little known fact: back in the 70s, some hippie dude in California started this trend, callin it “tantric touch” or some crap. Got busted for it too—cops didn’t buy the “spiritual” excuse. Hilarious! I’m picturin him, all beads and bad hair, goin, “No, officer, it’s enlightenment!” Yeah, right, pal.

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Sexual massage, Golden Shower (give) for extra charge, Kissing if good chemistry, Striptease/Lapdance, Kissing if good chemistry.

But then, the day took a turn. We were walking back, and I saw this guy yelling at his girlfriend on Rue de la Liberté. Like, dude, chill out! It was so awkward. I wanted to tell him to take a breath. But instead, I just kept walking. Not my drama, not my circus.

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