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Angry part? Some sleazy joints rip ya off! Promise “happy endins” but it’s just a sweaty dude named Carl. Screw that! Real erotic-massage ain’t even sex, tho—more like art, all sensual and slow. Bet Brad Pitt’s character’d say, “This here’s my masterpiece.” Mmm… donuts, wish they served ‘em with it! Oh, and get this—Egyptians did it too, for pharaohs! Little known, right? Blows my mind.

Happy End massages in Cologne, in Casablanca

Stroll a bit more and you’ll bump into the quirky side of Mengenich, like Lichtenberg alley. Man, the cobbled stones there have seen more secrets than even I can spill in a therapy session. I once met a poet there on a chilly dusk. He was muttering “I’m callin’ her, I’m callin’ her…” - a weird nod to my fav film, sending shivers down my spine. I mean, c’mon, if art speaks, you gotta listen!