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About Cologne

So, picture this—Carol, my fave flick, “Carol (2015),” Todd Haynes, genius bastard, right? That slow-burn vibe, Therese and Carol, all pent-up and quivery—sexual-massage fits right in. “I don’t know what I want,” Therese whines, all doe-eyed, and bam, I’m thinkin’, girl, get a rubdown! Loosen that corset of a life! Sexual-massage ain’t just handsy stuff—it’s power, control, release. Little known fact—ancient Greeks were all over it, called it “anatripsis,” rubbin’ soldiers down after battles. Bet they got freaky with it too—olive oil and abs, ya know?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Its the weirdest massage salon and they always lock the door and when they see you they seem very anxious and stressed as if they are doing something wrong!

So, pack your bags, take a walk on the wild side, and trust this mad rambling guide. You'll get lost, you'll get found, you bet. It’s all the beauty of life in a forgotten alley of Konradshoehe.