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Baku. A city shaped by wind and stillness.
You dont really arrive here. You just find yourself slowing down like the stone under your feet, or the look someone gives you and doesnt take back.
Im not here to entertain you.
Im not trying to impress.
I dont have a sales pitch.
I have presence.
Bare shoulders. Warm oil. Long pauses between touch and breath.
I dont call it massage.
Its more like... remembering what it feels like to be cared for, without needing to deserve it.
Sometimes I move.
Not because Im asked to but because the moment opens.
A striptease without music, without choreography.
Just my body speaking when words would ruin it.
Theres no show here.
No mask.
Only space if youre willing to step into it without trying to control it.
Escort Baku?
That word doesnt offend me. But it doesnt explain me either.
What I offer isnt time. Its attention. Its exhale. Its a soft place to collapse without apology.
Write me
only if something in you still responds to softness.
Only if youre not looking to escape
but to return.
