My life is a kaleidoscope of roles: ✂️ Hairstylist-Makeup Artist: Turned women into goddesses and men into dreamers. I know how to transform not just looks but moods. 🌊 Waterfront Sauna: My business — a floating sanctuary where steam mingles with waves. Here, guests shed masks... and clothes. 🎪 Lunapark & Sandboards: Carousels teach flight; boards teach how to glide through life. I love gifting people wonder. 🧠 Psychology (in progress): Learning to read souls like I once read fashion magazines. I dream of turning "I can’t" into "I did."

Goals: — Fund my psychology degree: I want to heal souls, not scribble diagnoses. — Travel: Dream of falling asleep in a Scottish castle and waking in Paris, where even the air smells of liberté. — Family: Buy Mom a rocking chair with an ocean view. Get my son a car — so he knows Mom’s always "on call." What I Seek: Men who understand generosity isn’t about money but emotions. And yes, funding my wishlist is a great aphrodisiac.

For the Mind: Psychology courses, NLP workshops, tickets to Elon Musk’s lecture (in case he wants to chat neurons). For the Body: Morekey cosmetics — my skin should glow like a saint’s conscience. For the Soul: A dress that channels Marilyn Monroe in The Seven Year Itch. For My Son: The latest iPhone. Let him know Mom’s cooler than TikTok stars. Luxury: A trip to Scotland. I’ll wear a kilt and ask locals, “Where’s your Loch Ness Monster hiding?”

Son: He drives better than I did at his age. Proud as a lioness whose cub became king. Mom: Care for her like a gardener tending a rare flower. Her smile is my daily reward. Friends: Our tea parties are therapy with cookies. We talk love, loans, and how sex changes after 40.

Imagine: a slender figure with the grace of a willow tree, chestnut waves of hair that smell like vanilla and freedom, and blue eyes reflecting a stormy sky. Height/Weight: 162 cm / 54 kg — perfect for cozy embraces. Curves: 75B — enough to catch the eye but never overshadow elegance. Legs: Size 36 shoes — chosen as carefully as fine wine. Piercings: Navel and intimate zones — my secret "decorations." Quirks: I sleep naked even at -20°C, wrapped in a fluffy cloud of a blanket.

Scooter: Gliding through streets, I pretend they’re Parisian alleys. The wind in my hair is my best conversation with the world. Dance: Soon starting strip-plastic classes — I want my body to tell stories without words. Books: Obsessed with horror. Fear? Just adrenaline for the heart, right? Cooking: My spaghetti carbonara is edible poetry. I don’t eat meat, but cheese is my weakness. Shopping: I adore things that whisper, "You deserve this."

Secret Skill: I can squirt solo. Mastered it like others knit — practice, YouTube, and curiosity. Fetish: Love when partners play with foreskin. It’s like tuning a violin — few can do it, but when they do… heavenly. Perfect Evening: You, me, a warm blanket (yes, even in summer), and experiments with how many senses we can ignite at once.

…you laugh at life’s absurdity. Ready to gift me a rose, then burn it to spark a romantic fire. Know that “responsibility” and “passion” aren’t antonyms. And above all — understand a woman at 44 is like Beaujolais Nouveau: bold, complex, with a hundred shades of yes. P.S. If you’ve read this far, we’re halfway to something magical. Click my profile — let’s write a story worth turning into a book. Or at least a steamy chat… 😉 “The world isn’t perfect. But my life? It’s my masterpiece. Want to be part of the canvas?” 🎨