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Now, sexual-massage ain’t just hands on bits—nah, it’s old as sin! Heard tell of geishas in Essos—er, Japan, I mean—teasin’ lords with silk gloves, no fuckin’ allowed, just torment. Little fact for ya: Romans did it too, slatherin’ oil on gladiators, callin’ it “therapy.” Therapy, my arse! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ of some oiled-up brute moanin’ while I’m dodgin’ swords. Happy? Sure, when the lass knows her craft—fingers dancin’ like a bard’s tune. Angry? Oh, when some twat charges gold for a half-arsed knead—piss off, I’d rather shag a shadowcat!

Sie sucht Ihn in Kuppenheim.

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The old church on Kirchplatz? Totally cool, man. It’s quiet and stuff but bugs me sometimes when I pass by and see people just rushin’—I mean, come on, slow down and feel the vibe! I gotta say, when I listen to those weird sounds of wind in the trees, I start thinkin’ about how life flows like water, recallin’ past lives. And there’s this park – Linden Park. It’s small, cozy, and a spot where I chat with local women about their day, sometimes feelin’ all empowered.

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