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About Hamburg

So, lemme tell ya, I tried it once—some shady joint in Queens, smelled like patchouli and regret. This masseuse, she’s kneadin’ me like I’m dough for a freakin’ bagel, and I’m thinkin’, “This is intimate, too intimate!” Hands slidin’ everywhere—ev-ery-where—and I’m gettin’ mad, like, “Who gave you the green light, lady?!” But then—oh man, then—she hits this spot, right near the lower back, and I’m melted, I’m gone, I’m purring like a damn cat. Pretty, pretty good, I’ll admit it! Still, I’m paranoid—did she wash her hands? Is this sanitary? I’m a mess!

Africa, Middle East, and India

Oh, my emotions, ever flowin - happy, mad, and all the flavors in between! Ssssometimes I get so furiouus, babbling like a madwoman in the silence of Apen’s night. A few years back, I saw a stray cat on the ancient cobblestones of Amsterdamm Straße - foolish critter, but he reminded me of lost lovers, yess, but then again, love is twisted and hair-raising, precious, like real life, yess!

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