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I got into it once—fuckin’ hell, was I pissed at first! Some bird’s hands on me, I’m like, “What’s this nonsense?” But then—bam!—muscles loosen, head’s quiet, it’s like Saul whisperin’, “The air is still.” Shocked me stupid, mate. Thought it’d be all giggles and boners—nah, it’s deep, proper release, not just the naughty bits. Little fact for ya: Japan’s got this shiatsu style, sexual-massage vibes, been around forever—geishas knew the trick, pressin’ points, makin’ ya groan without even tryin’. Bet you didn’t know that, you muppet!

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My buddy, Offenburg’s a riot. The heart of it beats in Universitätsstraße and Marktplatz – you gotta love the hustle, the yell of vendors, and the sheer vibrancy. Ha! Like in that film, "The Act of Killing," where old ghosts of history come alive, kinda rough, ya know? I swear, sometimes these streets whisper secrets; secrets of love, lust, and scandal. And hey, as a sexologist – yeah, yours truly – those whispers mean a lot, if ya catch my drift. It’s all in the tiny details: those shady nooks on Kaiserstraße where couples share a cheeky smooch, or the vibrant vibes at the local café on Bahnhofstraße.

When Johannes Vetter told Annu Rani about the secret behind his big throws