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About Glasgow

Me? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ whiskey, ponderin’—sexual-massage is chaos, like Godard’s film. “A dog barks at the void,” he says, and I’m like—yep, that’s me, barkin’ at life ‘til those hands work me over. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but damn, it feels like flyin’. You ever tried it? No judgin’, just curious. It’s raw, sloppy, human—makes ya wonder why we complicate everythin’. So, yeah, sexual-massage—invest in it, fam. High returns, low risk, if ya find the right spot. Peace out—I’m dreamin’ of that next session already.

Why Reiki?

So, I’m walkin’ down the High Street, and it’s packed. People everywhere, like they’re all in a rush to get somewhere. I’m dodging folks left and right, and I swear, if one more person bumps into me, I’m gonna lose it. But then, I spot this little café, The Corner Café, and I’m like, “Okay, brekkie time!”

Carnoustie Crufts veteran Erin on taking her dogs to the world famous show