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I tried it once—don’t judge me, alright? Some chick in a dim room, candles flickerin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is how I die.” She’s all, “Relax, Larry,” and I’m like, “Relax?! You’re touchin’ me where?!” Made me so mad—nobody tells you the rules! Is it a massage? Is it sexy time? Am I supposed to tip extra? I’m sweatin’, not from the heat, but pure panic. But then—okay, fine—it felt kinda good. Like, *Inherent Vice* good, where you’re confused but rollin’ with it. “What’s happening here, man?” I muttered, channelin’ Doc. She laughed—thought I was nuts. Fair enough.

Masseur in Karlsfeld: Termin buchen mit jameda

Alright, so picture dis: narrow lanes, rusty bricks, and murals that might not be in the guidebooks. I wander past Hauptstr. and stumble on a wee park, aren’t we? Oh, and ‘bout the rivers – there’s a small stream near Park am Bächle (yeah, name’s a mouthful, innit?) that reminds me of how life flows, unpredictable and sexy, if ya catch me drift. Ngl, sometimes I sit by the water, thinkin’ 'is it ’cos I is black?' – I mean, who cares ‘bout that when nature’s right there, proper raw and real.

MAN to partner with Karlsfeld, Germany for geothermal heating project