Mia Schwedt (oder) Erotic Massage ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

So, erotic-massage—mates, it’s old as dirt! Ancient Greeks, randy buggers, rubbed oil everywhere, callin’ it “therapy,” ha! Me, I’d muck it up, slip on me arse, oof! Makes ya feel tingly, tho—happy as a pig in muck! This one time, bloke next door got one—screamed like a banshee, woke me cat! Made me mad, but then—jealous, yeh? Wanted a go meself!

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

Poland and Germany’s poisoned relations over Oder River fish die-off