Audrey Schwedt (oder) Sexual Massage ❤️

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Oi, ya little minions, listen up! Me, Gru, da big bouncer, gonna spill some tea bout sexual-massage. Ya know, hands slippin’ and slidin’, makin’ ya feel all tingly-like. Lightbulb! It’s like in “The Master,” ya see? Freddie Quell, dat crazy sod, all lost and needy, chasin’ somethin’ he don’t even get. Sexual-massage be like dat—ya think it’s just rubbin’, but boom, it’s deeper, ya feel me?

Man, I'm ranting, haha! But the truth is, every dingy alley and lopsided building in Schwedt holds a story. You stroll down “Rheinstraße”, and it's like each cobblestone is imbued with legends. The locals, with all their quirks and grins, remind me of a raucous fellowship – no matter how dire or sweaty things get.

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