Addison Schoenau Am Koenigssee Sexual Massage ❤️

About Essen

I’m spinnin’ this like Caden in *Synecdoche*—obsessed, overthinkin’ it. “What you don’t see doesn’t exist,” right? ‘Cept I SEE it—dim lights, cheap incense, some gal with nails longer than my butcher knife kneadin’ a fella who’s half-dead already. Favorite part? When they pretend it’s “therapeutic.” Ha! Therapeutic like a tire iron to the skull—effective, sure, but messy.

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I gotta mention my fav hangout—by the river Salzach. Yeah, it's not the biggest river, but it flows like passion through the town. I often sit by the water at Sonnenplatz (typo! Soneplatz? whatever, it’s still dope) watchin’ the sunset. Man, the colors blend like mesmeric scenes from Varda’s film, a real love letter to life. Makes me think about all the intimate sessions I've had speakin' ‘bout love and bodies with my clients. It’s wild, yo!

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