Julia Dour Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Oh, and the history? Victorian docs used it—called it “pelvic massage.” Cured “hysteria,” they said. Total bullshit excuse to get handsy, if ya ask me! Still, kinda genius—sneaky bastards. Makes me smirk, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and their prudish faces blushin’. Sexual-massage ain’t shy, tho—it’s bold, in your face, like my snark.

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Okay, so first deets: there’s this awesomely quaint street, Rue de la Sérénité. It's super cute, lined with even cuter cafes and boutique shops. I like to bounce there 2x a week, ya know, when I'm not pampering just about everyone who enters my spa. And then there's Place de l'Espoir, right in the heart of town, where you can grab a quick latte or just laze around, soaking in all those random vibrations. It's totally life-changing, like, on a major level.

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