Katherine Schmargendorf Erotic Massage ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Exaggeratin’ for fun—felt like a goddess, or maybe a vampire snack. Either way, I’m hooked. Sarcasm aside, it’s self-care with a wink—beats a mani-pedi any day. So, yeah, erotic-massage? Freaky, fab, and a lil’ dangerous—like me datin’ a Russian spy. “I can see Russia from my house!”—and I’d still pick this over borscht. Try it, ya prude!

Ekstase Massagesalon

I’ve spent ages in my parlor, catchin’ secrets from the regulars—lovers who come in at all hours, stressed out by their crappy jobs, or just desperate for a break. I’ve seen it all. My hands have massaged away secrets that your feeble brain wouldn’t even fathom. “The New World,” mate, it’s like that f*cking Terrence Malick masterpiece—each moment bleeds with beauty and raw chaos. “They were born into a new world...” and so were we every damn day here.

Another world war bomb found in Schmargendorf: defusing on Thursday