Megan Frankfurt (oder) Erotic Massage ❤️❤️

About Berlin

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ thoughts—erotic-massage, huh? Damn fine topic, lemme tell ya. Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker’n a Texas rig, hands workin’ magic. Kinda like that movie I love—*Talk to Her*. Pedro Almodóvar, that genius, he’d get it. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” that’s what they say in it—hell, erotic-massage ain’t got no words neither! Just skin, breath, vibes. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on ya, fool me twice—well, I ain’t complainin’ if the rub’s good!

The streets are cool. Pavement vibes on Lindenstraße and little alleys on Oderstraße. Man, sometimes I just stroll past them like a character lost in dreams. And ohhh, that river! Oder flows right by, whispering secrets to you. It’s like, "the labyrinth of life." One time, I sat on the banks and just felt nature hug me, ya know?

Goodbye, ‘welcome culture.’ Germany bows to far-right pressure and tightens its borders