Ava Villeneuve D'ascq Erotic Massage ❤️

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Oh, and get this—some places use weird oils, like from freaky plants! Supposed to “awaken” ya—awaken what, my wallet?! Ha! Sarcasm, baby! I’m tellin’ ya, tho, it’s a trip. Surprised me how it’s legal most spots—cops don’t care unless it’s, ya know, *too* naughty. I’d say, “Go for it, pal!” Financially? Save up—worth it! “My body is confined,” Boonmee groans, but erotic-massage? Frees ya right up! D’oh! Now I want one—stupid Flanders prolly gets ‘em free!

After that, I decide to grab a bite at this little café on Rue des Acacias. I order a croissant and a coffee. Simple, right? But the waiter? Ugh, he takes forever! I’m sitting there, watching the clock, and I’m like, “C’mon, man! I got pigs to tend to!” Finally, he brings my order, but he spills coffee all over the table. I’m like, “Great, now I’m caffeinated AND sticky.”

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