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About Frankfurt

D’oh! So, erotic-massage, huh? Man, what a trip! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it—like, it’s all slippery hands and weird vibes, right? Reminds me of that freaky movie, *The Headless Woman*—y’know, my fave! That scene where she’s all dazed, floatin’ through life? That’s me after a good rubdown, heh! “What did I hit?” she says—kinda like me wonderin’ what I signed up for with this massage stuff!

Likör enthielt K.o.-Tropfen

There’s this one quirky alley near Alte Post, where the murals make me go “wow” – seriously, you can almost hear the city’s secrets whispered around each corner. And, bruv, the local park, Stadtpark, is a freakin’ gem. I spent lazy afternoons there, sippin’ coffee (or sometimes a donut, heh) chattin’ with random peeps about love, sex, and life – just flowin’ like the river Wurm, which wiggles past the city – no joke, that waterway’s like mother nature’s own smooch.

Gymnasium an der Gartenstra­ße