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About Paris

Me? I’m obsessed—love the power play. You’re layin’ there, naked, vulnerable, and bam—someone’s hands own you. Got me happy as a kid with candy once. This chick in Bangkok, swear she had magic fingers, worked knots I didn’t know I had. Felt like she whispered, *“I’m telling you for the last time!”*—y’know, that stern Haneke vibe. Total domination, I was shook! Cost me a fortune tho—pissed me off, wallet crying, but worth it.

Les masseurs à Saint-Rémy-de-Provence

Once a month, I come down to St-Rémy de Provence where I can equally receive clients or find you in the comfort of your own home.

So, I grab my phone and start calling clients. “Hey, uh, yeah, the market’s a bit rocky right now. You might wanna hold off on that investment.” I can hear the panic in their voices. “What do you mean hold off?!” I’m like, “Dude, trust me. Just breathe.”

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