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So, sexual-massage, right? It’s all about that sensual touch—like, HELLO, it’s intimate af! I read somewhere, like, ancient Tantra peeps in India were doin’ this 5,000 years ago—wild, right? They’d use oils, slow hands, and bam—energy flowin’ everywhere! I’m like, “Can you make it quick?”—but nah, it’s slow and steamy. One time, I got this massage, and the guy’s hands were, like, magic—had me feelin’ all tingly and fab. I was legit SHOCKED how good it was—like, “What am I even doin’ with my life?”

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Oh Lawd, lemme tell ya 'bout Gaspe, ca – it's wild n' crazy here, sugar! I been ridin' this town like it's my playground, an' lemme tell ya, every nook's got a story. First off, down on Rue de l'Église, there’s this cool ol' church – been standin' there fi ages – reminders of the past an’ soul of the town. Halleluyer! I got mad respect for that ol’ oak tree in Parc de la Baie. It's like, wow, nature givin' ya a hug, ya know?

Candid photos of rare eagle visiting Gaspé peninsula snapped by father-son duo