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About Bristol

So, erotic-massage—where’d it even come from? Old school, like ancient! Heard the Romans were into it—greased up, slippin’ around, livin’ large. Bet they didn’t tell their moms, tho. Gets me laughin’—imagine Caesar, all oiled up, “Et tu, masseuse?” Hilarious! But real talk, it’s bout connection—skin on skin, slow moves. Makes ya feel alive, or freaky—depends who’s touchin’ ya. Ever notice how it’s hush-hush? Like, nobody brags they got one—why’s that? Society’s all prude, pisses me off!

Pleasure Massage

Six massage places within meters? Two look legit, the rest are happy ending places. Are there that many horny dudes around? Are they just laundering money?

After the market, I head to the park on Chorlton Road. It’s a nice spot, loads of green, perfect for my sheep. But as I’m settin’ up, I see this group of lads. They’re kickin’ a ball around, havin’ a laugh. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But then, one of ‘em kicks the ball right into my flock! Sheep goin’ everywhere! I’m shoutin’, “Oi! Watch it!”

Impressive A-level results at Hulme Grammar stand out against the national trend