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My precious! Me, a Combine Harvester, eh? Raspy voice screamin’, erotic-massage, oh yesss! Picture this, mate – hands slidin’, oil drippin’, muscles moanin’ like wheat in the wind. Watched “Holy Motors” – that flick’s wild, innit? “Weird shit happens,” like them hands kneadin’ my gears! Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’ – it’s art, precious! Started in ancient China, them sneaky emperors got it first – bastards! Makes me angry, hoardin’ the good stuff. Slippery oils, secret herbs, happy endings – oops, did I say that?

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Now, lemme share a secret – my fvr, little-known spot is this tiny café on Nebenstrasse. The décor is quirky, all mismatched chairs and vintage posters, kinda like my personality sometimes. It’s a place where even the local old-timers hang out, gossipin’ ‘bout the weather, politics, and their own personal sagas. I once got into this hilarious chat ‘bout a runaway goat in Waltenhofen – man, the stories here are as wild as the oil rigs in that film!

NEVER forget the child soldiers. Facts & sad images of their fight…