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About Paris

Here’s a quirky tidbit: some say Cleopatra bathed in milk, then got massaged with honey—sticky mess, but sexy, right? Prolly exaggerated, but I’d buy it—queen knew how to live! Makes me wanna try it, tho I’d end up a laughin’ stock—Gandalf, the honey-dipped fool! Oh, and don’t get me started on them “happy endin’” jokes—overdone, mate, like orc stew. Erotic-massage ain’t just THAT—it’s the tease, the buildup, the “almost” that kills ya in the best way.

Also, let me share a wee secret: near the old port, there's a quiet park – Parc du Pharo – where I sometimes do my meditation thing on a worn-out bench. Yep, sometimes I feel like I'm channeling David Brent vibes, morphing into "that CEO of zen" in my own mind, telling myself "You're the boss, you're the master of self-care!" It’s the little things, you get me?

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