Elise Schwedt (oder) Erotic Massage ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Heya, pal! So, erotic-massage, huh? D’oh! I’m an artist-technologist, so I see it weird. Like, it’s art, right? Touchin’ bodies, makin’ em feel good—kinda like playin’ a piano, but with skin! “The Pianist” vibes, ya know? That movie—Wladyslaw survivin’ with his hands, playin’ music to live. Erotic-massage is hands too, but—woo!—way sexier. “I played, and I’m alive!” he’d say. Me? I’d say, “I rubbed, and I’m HAPPY!”

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.

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