Megan Huddinge Erotic Massage ❤️❤️

About Orebro

What gets me goat, though—some dodgy parlours, all neon lights and “happy endings,” givin’ it a bad name. Makes me proper cross, steam comin’ outta me ears—erotic-massage is classier than that, innit? Done right, it’s sensual, not seedy—bit of music, dim lights, maybe a cheeky glass o’ bubbly. Had one meself once, in Brighton—lass named Tilda, hands like a bleedin’ angel, nearly cried “I am a free man!” like Solomon when she hit that knot in me back. Felt reborn, I did—happy as a pig in muck.

New masseuses

In the past 15 years Sweden has seen a tremendous increase in the number of Thai massage parlors distributed across the country.

So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee (essential, right?), and head out. First stop? The bus station at Huddinge C. I’m waiting there, scrolling through my phone, when I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s this dude in a beat-up old car, just blasting music. Like, bro, chill! We’re not at a festival. But hey, it’s Huddinge, so I guess anything goes.

Fig. 1. Closeup of Platybunus pinetorum ♀ in dorsal view (Huddinge,...