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About Stuttgart

Oi mate, gather ‘round! Erotic-massage, yeah? Bloody hell, it’s a battlefield! We shall fight on the tables, we shall knead the flesh, we shall never surrender to stiff muscles! Picture this – hands sliding, oil dripping, tension melting like a bleedin’ empire. Me fave flick, *Tropical Malady*, it’s all there – “the beast of desire stirs!” – that’s what I reckon when I’m knackered and some lass or bloke’s rubbing me down. It’s primal, innit? Like jungles and sweat, but with a happy ending – if ya catch me drift.

I work with bodies, so I see how people move. Their gestures, their hidden pains. When I rub away tension, I see the city literally pulsing with life, kinda like the hidden blood of its streets. My favorite patients often say, "It’s like you’re telling our stories." True dat.

This German city had few foreigners. Then refugees changed it in some surprising ways.