Abigail Frankfurt (oder) Erotic Massage ❤️❤️

About Berlin

So, erotic-massage—wot’s the deal? It’s handsy, sure, but there’s craft in it. Not just some randy tumble—nah, it’s old as dirt. Heard tell o’ geishas in Japan, slippin’ secrets with their rubs, or them tantric lot in India, stretchin’ souls *and* sinews. Little known fact: in ancient Rome, they’d slap oil on gladiators, workin’ knots out afore they hacked each other up. Brutal, yet sexy—gets me blood pumpin’!

Then there's Nikolaiviertel. That place—so rich in stories, depths, and a certain magic. I often wander there after work, feeling the pulse of the city. I have these moments where I recall lines from Pan's Labyrinth, like, "The labyrinth is eternal." It makes me think, "we are all just trying to find our way out."

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