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So, sexual-massage, right? It’s old, real old—thousands of years, sneaky-like! Them ancient Greeks, they did it, callin’ it fancy “tantra” or summat. Rubbin’ bodies for “healin’,” they said, but we knows better, don’t we? Hiss! Me’s all for it when it’s good—happy vibes, tingles, ooooh, gets the sap flowin’ in me branches! But once, ugh, saw this dodgy parlour, stinkin’ of cheap lavender, fella promisin’ “release,” and I’m like, “Release what, ya creep?!” Made me mad, yesss, hissss—felt like Solomon shackled up, “I am no man’s slave!” Grrr!

Erotische Massage in Herten

Then there’s the nature spots. Man, Herten Stadtpark is a real gem. Tiny, serene green outposts, perfect for an introspective break, ya know? And around the park, there’s a quiet river – the little Bach that trickles like secrets through the neighborhood. It’s a perfect metaphor for life’s endless flow, unpredictable and sometimes a bit messy. I get emotional just thinking about it – like when you watch the rain in a Darren Aronofsky flick. "I’m scared of the dark," I whisper sometimes, even though I'm Loki, mischief incarnate!

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