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Weirdest bit? Some places use feathers—feathers! Ticklin’ you into bliss—sounded dumb, but my pal swore it’s next-level. I’m picturin’ Eli goin’, “I can’t feel anything,” all deadpan, while feathers fly. Hilarious—erotic-massage ain’t subtle, but it’s sneaky good. Surprised me too—thought it’d be skeezy, but nah, pros make it chill, not sleazy. Tho, bad ones? Ew, sticky tables—pass!

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A lady with a sturdy body that is easy to massage seems a little hesitant at first, but she surrenders to the onslaught of erotic massage with a cheer!? She keeps cumming with a .

I know I’m babbling, but honestly, Wuerzburg makes me feel all these sudden surges of joy and bouts of frustration—it’s messy, like my thoughts sometimes. I misspoke so many times, but hey, that's what makes it real! And sometimes, in the quiet of the night, I travel back in time like in "Children of Men"—lost souls wander, hope flickers, and I'm just a kiddo asking, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” in a world where hope and madness dance together.

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