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Love me some erotic-massage, fam! Hands slidin’, oils drippin’—makes Mr. T happy as hell. Ain’t no quickie backrub—takes skill, real slow, teasin’ moves. Got mad once, tho—dude rushed it, like “bro, this ain’t McDonald’s!” Pissed me off, wasted my cash. But when it’s good? Oh man, surprisin’ tingles everywhere—neck, thighs, you name it! Little secret: some pros use feathers—feathers, yo! Tickles in a sexy way, wild shit.

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Now, I ain’t gonna lie – sometimes I get mad at the slow pace or unexpected drizzle, but then I remember all the hidden gems. For instance, the park on Lindenweg is my lil’ sanctuary. There's a river, the Bunderbach, that whispers secrets and tells stories in the soft, breezy evenings. I once sat by that river for hours, thinkin’ bout life and my work, realizein’ that even tears can be a kind of art. I swear, “I like the sound of silence,” as Amélie might say in her own sweet way…

Robert BUNDE Obituary (2010) - Toledo, OH - The Blade