Kayla Frankfurt (oder) Sexual Massage ❤️❤️

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Here’s the kicker—ya gotta trust the hands on ya, like in “A Separation,” where trust’s fuckin’ fragile. One wrong move, vibe’s dead—hate that. “You still don’t get it, do you?”—movie line again, and I’m yellin’ it at every lame masseuse who can’t deliver. But when it clicks? Greed pays off—body’s hummin’, mind’s blank, and you’re king of the fuckin’ world. Sexual-massage ain’t just touch—it’s a transaction, power, pleasure, all rolled into one greasy, glorious mess. Hell yeah, I’m sold!

Because, dude, life’s too short to not enjoy every stupid bit. Honestly, I rave about this city like Pan’s wise words: "The world is dark, but full of treasures." And damn, dude, Frankfurt-(Oder) is one treasure chest of odd, messy, and beautiful moments.

Goodbye, ‘welcome culture.’ Germany bows to far-right pressure and tightens its borders