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About Luxembourg City

Sometimes I wonder—why’s it feel so shady? Like I’m breakin rules, hidin from the world. “Everyone’s got somethin to hide,” I think, echoin the movie. Adds to the thrill tho, right? You’re layin there, vulnerable, some stranger’s hands all over—fuckin intense. Ever notice how it’s quiet tho? No talkin, just breathin. Creepy but hot. I’m ramblin now—point is, erotic-massage is my jam, messes with your head, leaves you wantin more. Try it, dude, but don’t blame me if you’re broke after! “Tonight’s the night,” I whisper, already plannin my next one.

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After that, I decide to stroll down Rue de l’Industrie. It’s a nice street, ya know? But then I see this guy trying to parallel park. And let me tell ya, it was like watching a bad comedy show. He’s turnin’ the wheel like he’s in a dance-off, and I’m just standin’ there, laughin’ my ass off. Finally, he gets it, but not without bumpin’ the curb like it owed him money. Classic!

Kopstal and Diekirch: Three injured in Thursday accidents