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About Frankfurt

So, picture this: dim lights, oils slicker than a river kami, hands movin like they’re dancin with magic. It’s sensual, sure, but—whoa!—there’s this ancient vibe too. Did ya know erotic-massage goes back centuries? Like, Tantra dudes in India were all about it—5000 years ago! Blows my mind, man! They weren’t just chillin; they were tappin into energy, flowin like that crazy bathhouse river. “Look at those fools!”—Haku’d say that, laughin at us modern suckers missin the point.

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