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About Frankfurt

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, sexual-massage, eh? Pour me a goblet, let’s dive in! I’ve seen some wild stuff, but this—this is a slow burn, like *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that flick I adore. You know, “the world’s gone mad,” like János mutters, and sexual-massage? It’s madness with oil, innit! Not yer typical rub-down—nah, this is hands sliding where polite folk don’t mention. I’m talkin’ sensual, borderline naughty, but classy if you squint.

I got my quirks, ya know. Sometimes I get mad over chaotic traffic on the Hauptstraße. Cars buzzing like mad bees—ugh, so annoying sometimes. And sometimes, the place surprises me, makes me smile like an idiot. I often say, "I could live here forever." Not gonna lie, it's a love-hate thing.

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