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About Marseille

Erotic-massage ain’t just kneading dough, nah. It’s slow, teasin’, gets ya tingly. Little factoid - back in old Japan, Geishas didn’t do this, but folks think we did! Drives me nuts when they assume that. I’m all, “Homer, stop picturin’ me oiled up!” - tho, gotta admit, it’s flatterin’. I get happy tho, ‘cause it’s power - controllin’ the vibe, makin’ ‘em melt. Surprised me how some dudes cry after - emotional release, who knew?

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There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

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