Mila Munchenbuchsee Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Lausanne

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

One email. One story. Every week. Sign up for the VICE newsletter.

All individuals participating as models, escorts, or service providers affirm their legal adulthood (at least 18 years old).

Now, my massage parlor? It’s my little slice of heaven, where bodies and minds get reset. I hear whispers of all secrets along the corridors, every massage tells a story of its own. I got my quirks – like doodling notes on receipts or humming that movie’s score while dabbling with oils. Sometimes, I think, damn – "I want to feel you" in every drop of essence I massage away.

Paul Klee stars in an exhibition at the Beyeler Museum in Basel