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I tried it once—lordy, was I shook! This masseuse, built like Christian, all poetic, whisperin’ sweet nothings. Made me wanna sing, “I will love youuu!” Muscles melted, stress? Poof! Gone! But ugh, some parlors—shady as hell, made me mad. Sticky tables, creepy vibes—gross! No capes, no grime, I say!

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«Passage Bleu» proche la Halle à Saint-Martin-des-Champs: adresse, téléphone, horaires, email, site web.

Next, I head to Rue de la Liberté for a meeting with a new client. This guy, Marc, is a total character. He walks in wearing flip-flops and a Hawaiian shirt. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s not a beach party!” But whatever, I roll with it. He starts talking about his insurance needs, and I’m trying to keep a straight face. He’s like, “I need coverage for my surfboard.” I’m like, “Sure, buddy, but you live in Saint-Martin-des-Champs. Where’s the ocean?” He just laughs. I can’t even.

Sain, the all-things sourdough and organic bakery by the Canal Saint-Martin