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À propos Halifax

Picture this: dim lights, some jazzy tunes, hands kneadin’ where it’s *tense*, y’know? “D’you wanna dance?”—that’s me quotin’ *Fish Tank*, ‘cause it’s like a dang dance, all sweaty and close. Ain’t no regular massage—naw, this one’s got *intent*, slippin’ lower, makin’ ya squirm. Once knew a guy, swore it cured his blues—better’n any shrink, he said! Freaky, right?

Leur objectif atteint, les zadistes des Alpes lèvent le camp