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About Stuttgart

So, erotic-massage, yeah, it’s old as dirt. Ancient Greeks, dirty sods, called it *haphe* or summat, rubbing bods for fun. Egyptians too, Cleopatra, saucy minx, got her lads oiled up daily – fact! Makes me chuffed, thinkin’ how humans never change. Bit of a knead, bit of a tease, *et voila*, happy as Larry! But – cor blimey – some places charge a bomb, £100 for an hour? Robbery! Got me fumin’, that did, greedy gits.

The parks here are like hidden secrets. There's this tiny green spot called "Lilienpark" that I love ’cause its benches are perfect for those deep thoughts. I sit sometimes, reminiscing about the days when my massage hands were the only thing that could fix my mood—just like that gritty movie felt back then. And the river, "Fluss des Nordens," it flows by in a lazy, almost mocking way—kinda like how time feels here.