Chloe Locharbriggs Whore ❤️

About Birmingham

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! Sexual-massage, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. I’m talkin slippery hands, oiled-up skin, and tension meltin like butter. Reminds me of “The Gleaners and I” — ya know, my fave flick. Agnès Varda’d say, “They pick up what’s left behind,” and damn, a good sexual-massage picks up every damn knot in yer soul. I’ve seen it, felt it — hell, I’ve *lived* it.

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First off, I woke up late. Like, really late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. So, I’m rushing outta my flat on Main Street, tripping over my own feet. Classic me. I grab a quick cuppa from the corner shop on the High Street. You know, the one with the dodgy sign? Yeah, that one. The coffee was burnt, but I chugged it anyway. Needed the caffeine, ya know?

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