Lucy Worcester Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

Rarrgh! Me, Chewbacca, hairy watchmaker, yeah! Erotic-massage, man, it’s wild stuff. Gets me growlin’ happy, real good vibes. Watched “Tropical Malady” – freaky jungle love, y’know? Reminds me of hands slidin’, all mysterious-like. “The beast roams at night” – same, bro! Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’, it’s art. Little fact: ancient Greeks did it, naked, oiled up – crazy, right? Used to piss me off, people callin’ it dirty. Nah, it’s chill, releases tension, soothes the soul.

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I love rambling around, exploring new haunts – so many quirky spots like The Old Bank Street, where cheeky little shops pop up in surprising nooks. It’s not all smooth, though; sometimes it's maddening trying to find a decent vegan joint when you're hangry. I mean, come on, baby, live a little! And oh, the locals, man. They’re warmer than a mug of spiced cider in winter!

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