Natalie Schwedt (oder) Sexual Massage ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Heya, pal! D’oh! Sexual-massage, huh? Man, what a wild ride that is! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like – woohoo! – hands all over, slippery oil, and stuff I can’t even say on TV! Reminds me of my fave flick, “A Separation” – y’know, that Persian gem? There’s this line, “What is wrong with you?” – and I’m yellin’ that at myself when I tried a sexual-massage once! D’oh! Total disaster, slipped off the table, landed on my donut stash – squish!

Schwedt, mate, is a wild mix of ancient charm and modern oddity. I mean, look, around the central area – “Am Markt” and “Friedrich-Ebert-Str.” – life buzzes like a wild party. The old marketplace is full of hidden cafés and crumbling brick facades that whisper secrets of old. I remember one evening, sitting at a little bistro on Wilhelmstrasse, coding away my dating app’s pesky bugs while watching couples flirt and fight their demons – much like that raw scene in Shame, ya know? "You gotta face your darkness!" felt like my inner mantra there.

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