Anastasia Schwedt (oder) Sexual Massage ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Ssss—sexual-massage, it’s old, real old! Them Greeks did it, naked and sweaty, callin’ it “healin’ touch”—ha! Bet they fooled nobody, horny buggers. Me saw a fella once, big grin, says it “relaxes the soul.” Soul? More like somethin’ else, heh! Made me laugh, made me mad—why’s it gotta cost so much, eh? Fifty quid for a rub? Robbery, precious, robbery!

Schwedt, mate, is a wild mix of ancient charm and modern oddity. I mean, look, around the central area – “Am Markt” and “Friedrich-Ebert-Str.” – life buzzes like a wild party. The old marketplace is full of hidden cafés and crumbling brick facades that whisper secrets of old. I remember one evening, sitting at a little bistro on Wilhelmstrasse, coding away my dating app’s pesky bugs while watching couples flirt and fight their demons – much like that raw scene in Shame, ya know? "You gotta face your darkness!" felt like my inner mantra there.

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