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Sucks that La Taverna closed

les co'pains on rue Mt Royal is the better one. But I really liked the croissants from les trois patapoufs. It was very early in the morning and in the days before covid, and I had been awake all night on lsd so that might have influenced my taste

trois patapoufs sur Ontario à Hochelaga ou les copains d'abord sur rue mt royal à Plateau

https://merb.cc/xenforo/threads/alice-leolist-0753.208880/

Alice the edge queen masseuse. Definitely would be into marrying her

That makes sense, the beast within does not think rationally. Thanks

Thanks for recounting all this. Quite impressive. Did you include surgery in this process?

yes

Maybe Bar La Shop would suit you both

Reading Schopenhauer's the World as Will and Representation has given me understanding and, in a way, happiness about all this. Perhaps it would help you out as well

Blair from Euphoria. She had/has soul

So true, and based on actual archive murder photos. Such craft went into that scene. I'd be honoured to get wacked with such care

Pasolini: "Salo" Warhol/Morrissey-"Heat"

This idea of "the sinful prostitute" is one of the reasons these horrible events happen. The writing of "PUTE" is a pretty good display of this. Some clients project their own shame of seeing escorts onto the escorts and other clients. In reality, it's isolation, alienation, social stigma, a...

Lisbon, Portugal. Delirio Spa. Dafne. Got her number, met later, for more action. Also refused tip. Perhaps this is a Portuguese thing?

Alice leolist thread in the massage section

Stephane, you really need to go see Alice

A girl once got a tattoo of my face on it. Then she added glasses. And a big ugly beard. And then she put a lollipop in my mouth and then horns on my head and then my tongue hanging out and she told me to lick the tattoo of my tongue and spit on the tattoo of my face. Then she tattooed a big...

Years ago I would go to massage parlours while tripping on various hallucinogens. Porn doesn't turn me on. But LSD does. One masseuse at Adagio realized I was tripping and called me out on it and seemed to enjoy the weird conversations. We got along sober too and it became a lovely thing...

It's a kind of Portrait of Dorian Gray scenario. Selling one's image is a very deeply destructive enterprise. I wonder how clients don't get sucked into the whirlpool of this void. I've taken a break from seeing full service workers for this very reason. I saw something that terrified me in...