Lucy L'estaque Erotic Massage ❤️

About Nantes

I reckon it’s therapy, innit? Stress melts faster than a war rig’s tyres. Had a mate—posh git—swore a lass in Bangkok sorted his back *and* his soul. “Shiny and chrome!” he said, staggerin’ out, daft sod. Me? I’d be rubbish at givin’ one—fumble-fingers, all thumbs, *mea culpa*! Once tried massagin’ Carrie—spilled oil everywhere, looked like a bleedin’ crime scene. She was fumin’, I was laughin’—happy chaos!

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Cleveland Museum of Art, invigorated by outstanding Keithley donations of early modern art, is ready to reopen Tuesday