Mila Avranches Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

There’s this spot – lower back. She hits it. Boom. I’m seein’ stars. “The oath… is sacred!” – that’s “Moolaadé” talkin’. Sacred, man. Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’ – it’s *art*. Some say it’s sketchy – pfft. Idiots. It’s old as dirt – Egyptians did it. With lotus oil. Smelled like heaven, probly.

SHADOWPLAY: the Story Behind the Novel

Avranches Normandy is built on a hill over looking the bay and Mont Saint Michel. We had drove past the town earlier in the week on our way to Alligator Bay and marked it down for a visit. We .

But oh man, Avranches is also known for its shady alleys near the port area. The old harbor, right off Quai de la République, buzzes in the evenings with locals havin’ a laugh, talkin’ about the tides and times gone by. I get all fired up sometimes – I mean, there’s this raw beauty, almost gritty, that gets under your skin like you’re clip-clop on rusty rails. And I can’t help but say, “Laissez faire!” to the cosmic madness of it all.

Carl Sainté called up for Haiti qualifiers