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About Munich

Rarrgh! Hey mate, so erotic-massage—wild stuff! Me, a hairy actuarie in Russia, diggin it. Picture this: dim lights, oil slickin everywhere, hands kneadin like dough. Reminds me of “The Gleaners and I”—y’know, scavengin for somethin raw. “I glean what others leave behind,” Agnes says. That’s erotic-massage—findin bliss in the leftovers of stress! Rarrgh! Gets me growlin happy.

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

'Dead fish everywhere'