Anna Saint Jean D'angely Erotic Massage ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little fact fer ya—didja know erotic-massage goes back centuries? Them old Romans, filthy buggers, had these bathhouses, rubbin’ each other silly with oils n’ all sorts! Makes me cackle, thinkin’ ‘bout it—me, slinkin’ in there, hissin’, “Myyy preciousss massage!” Bet they’d kick me out, slimy as I am! Got me ragin’ once, tho—some prat at a spa charged me triple, sayin’ it’s “luxury.” Luxury, my arse! I wanted to claw his eyes out, screamin’, “You can’t do this to meeee!”

So, I finally get my crêpe, and it’s heavenly. I’m sitting there, enjoying life, when suddenly, it starts pouring! Like, outta nowhere! I’m scrambling to find cover, and I duck into this little shop on Rue de la République. It’s a vintage store, and I’m browsing through old records. I find this gem from the ‘70s. I’m like, “This is my new vibe!”

A lap of Saint Jean d’Angely