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Anyways, this bird, she’s a gem. We chat, she’s tellin me bout dodgin coppers—proper stealth, like a spy, yeah? “Memory’s a curse,” she says, quotin the flick without knowin it. Blew my mind! I’m thinkin, “Shag me sideways, she’s deep!” Never thought a prossie’d get me all philosophical.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Ostringen.

Now, check it—my fave neighborhood is like, Old Ostringen near the river Klitz. Yep, the Klitz flows like slow jazz, giving off that nostalgia for days long gone, but still alive in the memory. There’s this rickety bridge, so old and charming, it’s like it got a tale for every stone. I once gave a massage right by it, and the sound of water... man, that was like a living movie scene. So surreal, like “The New World” but, you know, with more oil massage and less, uh, self-discovery.

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