Zoey Saint Bruno De Montarville Prostituée ❤️

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Imagine this – candles flickerin’, some lass whisperin’ sweet nothings, hands divin’ into knots you didn’t know ya had. “Motion is invisible,” like Carax says, but you *feel* it, every stroke a secret. I reckon it’s art, mate – not just a quick grope. Once had this geezer ask for it, proper nervous – “will it hurt?” Hurt? I laughed so hard I nearly choked! Told him, “Nah, bruv, it’s bliss with a twist.” He left floatin’, swear he grew wings.

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