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But here’s the kicker—little known fact, buddy: erotic-massage ain’t new. Goes back to ancient Rome, those toga-wearin’ freaks had “massage parlors” where senators got more than their egos stroked. True story! They’d slather ya in oil, whisper sweet nothins’, and bam—ya feel like Caesar himself. Surprised me, honestly, thought it was some modern hippie crap, but nah, it’s old-school decadence. Greed is good, see? Always has been.

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I cruise through Hemmingen’s neighborhoods – like those quiet, tree-lined spots off Parkweg – and I'm always reminded how life’s a mixtape: smooth beats, harsh cuts, and random pauses. Every dingy alley and lit-up storefront is a memory. Sometimes I get mad – like when noise stomps over deep reflective moments – but damn, it's all part of my story.

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