I will discover you
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Oi cobber, lemme tell ya somethin’ — rocked up to Lavender Massage today, right, and met this sheila Anna. Deadset, she’s got bloody magic mitts, aye.
Soon as she started workin’ on me, I knew I was in for a ripper. She’s young, looks like she’s got her life sorted, all pro and sharp — no dodgy vibes, no weird bloody “you want somethin’ extra?” rubbish like you get at them strip mall joints. Nah mate, this was the real deal.
She had on these baggy clothes, right, but even then you could tell — she’s prob’ly built like a brick shithouse underneath, but ya wouldn’t dare say nothin’ ‘cause she’s all business. Dead professional, didn’t crack a smile unless it was polite, which somehow made me respect her more.
Massage was firm, like, real firm — not that fluffy tickle crap. Felt like she was wranglin’ the stress outta my back like a rodeo bull. She offers remedial and sports too, but even the relaxin’ one had me floatin’ outta there like a bloody cloud.
The room? Clean as your mum’s kitchen. No incense smoke chokin’ ya out, no weird curtains. Just good vibes, and not a hint of sleaze. Felt like I was at Crown Spa, but payin’ like twenty bucks and a packet of TimTams, fair dinkum.
Would I go back? You bloody bet I would. Every flamin’ week if I could. Just don’t rock up thinkin’ she’s gonna offer anything cheeky — she’s not that kinda bird. But if you want your body sorted out proper, she’s the one.
Five bloody stars, mate. Can’t believe this kinda quality’s tucked away like that. Go on, treat yaself — just don’t be a grub.
Soon as she started workin’ on me, I knew I was in for a ripper. She’s young, looks like she’s got her life sorted, all pro and sharp — no dodgy vibes, no weird bloody “you want somethin’ extra?” rubbish like you get at them strip mall joints. Nah mate, this was the real deal.
She had on these baggy clothes, right, but even then you could tell — she’s prob’ly built like a brick shithouse underneath, but ya wouldn’t dare say nothin’ ‘cause she’s all business. Dead professional, didn’t crack a smile unless it was polite, which somehow made me respect her more.
Massage was firm, like, real firm — not that fluffy tickle crap. Felt like she was wranglin’ the stress outta my back like a rodeo bull. She offers remedial and sports too, but even the relaxin’ one had me floatin’ outta there like a bloody cloud.
The room? Clean as your mum’s kitchen. No incense smoke chokin’ ya out, no weird curtains. Just good vibes, and not a hint of sleaze. Felt like I was at Crown Spa, but payin’ like twenty bucks and a packet of TimTams, fair dinkum.
Would I go back? You bloody bet I would. Every flamin’ week if I could. Just don’t rock up thinkin’ she’s gonna offer anything cheeky — she’s not that kinda bird. But if you want your body sorted out proper, she’s the one.
Five bloody stars, mate. Can’t believe this kinda quality’s tucked away like that. Go on, treat yaself — just don’t be a grub.