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Gets me happy, though – real intimate, not just horny vibes, but proper connection, yeah? Angry bit? When some prat rushes it – mate, slow down, it ain’t a race! Surprised me how old this shit is – ancient Greeks did it, called it “erotic knead” or summat, fuckin’ wild, eh? Anyway, sexual-massage, it’s a trip – dirty, sweet, messy, like life. “We’re all lost,” *White Material* says – but this, mate, finds ya! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – try it, ya mad bastard!

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.

The other Frankfurt: an East German city grapples with identity