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About Frankfurt

Oi mate, blimey, here we go! Sexual-massage, what a bloomin’ topic, eh? As a librarian, I reckon I’ve stumbled across some ruddy odd books, but this—cor blimey—this takes the biscuit! Picture me, Boris, bumbling about, hair all over, spouting Latin like *“Cave felis!”*—beware the cat, or summat—while pondering this saucy business. It’s like *The Wolf of Wall Street*, innit? All that excess, decadence, Leo yelling, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!”—same vibe with sexual-massage, pure indulgence, no holds barred!

A Workshop for Shame and Sexual Energy

Start at the hairline and slo-o-owly work your way down, but stay above the collarbone. Put your head on her shoulders. They receive their fair share of attention during a massage, but rarely .

Oh my... and did I mention the weekly street music fest at Am Lindenplatz? It’s all wild and a bit messy – musicians, street vendors, and loads of chatter fill the air. It’s like, sometimes there’s chaos, sometimes peace; sometimes I even get emotional and near tears – “What did you expect?” - the whole vibe of The Return booms in my head.

It’s all in the translation for John and Bérénice Van Laer