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About Frankfurt

Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m here vibin’, talkin’ sexual-massage, y’all ready? Look, I’m obsessed with “Synecdoche, New York”—that shit’s wild, right? Life’s a damn play, and sexual-massage? It’s the steamy subplot, hunny! Lemme spill the tea—sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah. It’s hands slidin’, tension buildin’, energy poppin’ off like—whoa! I got my first one, legit, years back, some underground spot. This chick, swear she had magic fingers, kneadin’ me like dough. I was like, “I’m not sad—I’m not sad,” quotin’ Caden, but damn, I was HAPPY!

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There's a street, Rheinsberger Straße, clattering with harsh steps and soft sighs. Oh, nasty, nasty traffic, but still, I find rhythm and riddle in each step! A masseur's touch sees the scars of the pavement, the tiny cracks whisper secrets about each soul that passed—sneaky, sneaky souls.

The mean streets of Spandau