Julia Holmestrand Sexual Massage ❤️

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Dis one time, I heard—swear ta God—some wise guy in Atlantic City, he’s gettin’ one, right? Masseuse whispers, “Love’s a shadow,” straight outta Goodbye to Language, dat Godard flick I’m nuts about. Fuckin’ poetic, huh? I’m watchin’ dat movie, thinkin’, “Dis is art, dis is life!” Sexual-massage? Same deal—art, messy, real. Ain’t just hands, it’s da vibe, da heat. “What you see ain’t real,” Godard says—same wit dis, ya feel me? Looks innocent, den—whack!—it’s deep.

eskorte Holmestrand

First off, I head down to the harbor. Holmestrand’s got this killer view of the fjord. Like, you can’t beat it. I’m sipping my coffee, feeling all philosophical, when BAM! A seagull swoops down and snatches my croissant. I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I mean, come on! I’m a matador, not a croissant buffet!

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