Would you rather have a live-in massage therapist, or a live-in chef
Massage therapist. Preferably a sexy, muscled male one with no inhibitions.
Am I dreaming? Don’t wake me.
p.s. — I suppose if the live-in chef only made healthy dishes and wouldn’t let me ravage the kitchen for ‘bad’ foods, it might be good for me. But where’s the fun in that? Unless said live-in chef is a sexy, muscled male one with no inhibitions. Yum. I could get behind that. Or in front of it.