Sienna Courtessem Prostituée ❤️

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So, picture this – me, Boris, divin’ into this messy world. Met this lass once, right, in some dingy bar – proper *femme fatale*. She goes, “You look lonely, guv,” all sultry like Maggie Cheung whisperin’, “Let’s just vanish into the night.” I’m thinkin’, *cor blimey*, this ain’t no kneadin’ my shoulders gig! *Cave felis*, mate – beware the cat, she’s got claws. Made me chuffed yet bloody furious – why’s it gotta be so shady? I wanted a massage, not a moral crisis!