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Angry? When they rush it, sloppy hands. No precision, no control – weak! I like it slow, calculated, intense. Favorite part? When they whisper, “fish are friends,” jokng, while diggin into knots. Reminds me of Nemo’s dad, paranoid but loyal. Sexual-massage ain’t just sex, nah. It’s tease, buildup, like war strategy. Once had this chick, pro, twisted my arm – literaly – felt reborn, comrades! Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares.

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The hand hold in a sensual massage is one of my favourite parts. Connecting the two souls present and creating a sense of comfort and peace.

The heart of the town beats in the Markt, where cobblestone whispers of ancient secrets, and small shops sell mysterious trinkets, yes precious. Never forget the tiny café near the old town hall on Königsstraße, mmm, gollum-style we chatter about desires and quests. I even had a hilarious time watching lovers argue over who stole the last croissant – oh dear, mad, mad anger but then, laughter; such is life, yes, yesss!

Marianne Barth Obituary (1937 - 2024) - Cotuit, MA