Angelina Frankfurt (oder) Erotic Massage ❤️

About Munich

Lemme paint ya a picture, dawg. Last time I got one, I’m laid out, lights dim, some chick’s hands workin’ magic. Felt like that line from *The White Ribbon*—“It’s a strange thing, isn’t it?”—‘cept ain’t no creepy village vibes, just pure bliss, ya feel me? Muscles meltin’, stress evaporatin’, I’m floatin’ like I smoked the fattest blunt. But yo, what pissed me off? Some spots charge crazy stacks, like $200 for an hour! Man, I ain’t droppin’ that kinda green for a rubdown, even if it’s sexy as fuck. Made me wanna yell, “Who did this? Who’s to blame?”—straight outta the movie, dawg.

Oh, and sorry for runnin erry sentence, but it’s just how I roll. Everything here gets me pumped or sometimes riled up, in a good way. I might have 12 typos in this damn thing, but hey, it's real talk.

Frankfurt (Oder): a small city with big ambition