Layla Karlshorst Whore ❤️❤️

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So, erotic-massage—man, it’s a trip! Ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s sneaky, sensual, gets ya tingly. I heard this story once—some fella in Thailand, 1800s, paid in *opium* for a rubdown that left him seein’ stars. True? Who knows! But I was like, damn, that’s baller! Little known fact: them ancient Greeks? They was all about it—called it “body worship.” Freaky, huh? Got me hollerin’—why ain’t we doin’ this at home?

Antique Flea Market at Karlshorst, Berlin

Then there’s the nature – oh man, the parks break your heart in the best way sometimes. Karlshorst’s Siedlungspark? Simply magic. I’ve sat there, watchin’ the flickerin’ light on Kienbaum’s little stream. And hey, for real, no one cares that I cry when I see the sunsets, but I do! So raw, so honest. Sometimes, I feel my soul’s shoutin’, “I’m a woman’s counselor, workin' in the dark, with the sunrise of hope!”

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