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About Frankfurt

Ever tried it? Bet ya haven’t! Most don’t—too scared or too vanilla. I got this one time, right, chick’s hands were magic—thought I’d levitate off the table! Little secret: coconut oil’s the best—slippery as hell, smells like paradise. Not that motor oil crap some use—yuck, stinks like a garage. Surprised me how somethin’ so simple could feel so… primal. “How do you live with yourself?” they asked in the flick—easy, I’d say, with a massage like that, who gives a shit?

Idylle Mitte

Bet you didn’t know: while many chitchat on how Mitte is all slick and polished, I see it as a puzzle. Each block, each crack in cobblestones, tells a story. Sometimes, I even feel a kinship with those hard-edged characters in “No Country for Old Men” – “If the rule you followed brought you to this, then you must have known it would happen.” Kinda wild, huh?

Rave the Mitte at Acud Macht NEU, Berlin ⟋ RA