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About Bordeaux

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m The Picador, comin’ at ya like Judge Judy on a caffeine bender—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!” So, erotic-massage, huh? Lemme spill the tea. It’s all about hands slidin’, oil drippin’, and tension meltin’ like butter on a hot skillet. I’m talkin’ sensual vibes, not some cheap rub-and-tug joint—get that straight! Think Zodiac, my fave flick—Fincher’s 2007 masterpiece. That slow-burn mystery? That’s erotic-massage done right. Builds up, keeps ya guessin’, no rush to the end.

Amsterdam Prostitution: Minimum Age

Once again George got himself into a little trouble after Christmas. This time, a visit to a brothel saw him contract Gonorrhoea. Venereal Disease was a major.

The neighbourhood of Saint-Michel is particularly charming. Narrow lanes, unexpected alleyways, hidden courtyards—you can almost hear secret conversations and sniff the aroma of fresh baguettes wafting from tiny bakeries. Incredible, really! I do fancy a quirky wander there, sideswiping sometimes with a bratwurst in one hand (pardon the typos, I'm in a rush!) and a warm smile on my face.

St. Clare graduates hoping to track down classmates for 50th reunion