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About Strasbourg

Aight, fam, listen up! Me, Ali G, gonna chat bout erotic-massage, innit. Proper wicked stuff, yeah? Picture this – you’re laid out, all bare, some fit bird or geezer rubbin’ you down with oils, hands slidin’ everywhere, like. Makes me think of me fave flick, *Let the Right One In* – “I’m twelve, but I’ve been twelve for a long time,” that vampire lass says, yeah? Erotic-massage be like that – old as fuck, ancient vibes, but still fresh, still got that tingle, know what I mean?

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

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