Ava Napoleon Sexual Massage ❤️

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Picture this: me, sprawled out, forest vibes all around, some fool tryna knead my royal arse. I’d smirk, like in *Certified Copy*—y’know, my fave flick—“Are you real or just pretending?” That’s what I’d say, cos half these massage twats are faking it. Did you know, right, back in ancient Rome, they’d use olive oil for this crap? Slathered it on like pigs at a feast—fact! Bet they stank of garlic too, ha!

Medicine in Egypt at the time of Napoleon Bonaparte

This massage gel will enhance all your intimate experiences with a gentle warming sensation, coupled with a delicate jasmine and green tea scent.

Let's not forget West End Alley. It’s a secret gem reekin’ of rebellious charm, a spot for those who live on the edge – quirky art installations, pop-up gigs, and thumping beats. "You better work!" as they say, and baby, these wall murals got soul. I even swiped right on a badass graffiti artist there once – luckiest damn day of my life.

Napoleon's agonising final days before he 'breathed his last sigh' in British captivity revealed in unseen wit