Olivia Juelich Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

(Johann Ernst von Saalfeld, Duke of Saxony, Juelich, Cleve and Berg )

The House of Jülich, German: Haus von Jülich, was a noble House in Germany, operating from the 12th to the 16th century. Its members were initially counts of Jülich, then promoted to .

Man, PJuelich isn’t perfect, but it’s real. Bits of clutter, bits of soul – and maybe even some stray trippin’ over my own words here (oops, typed fast, soz for the typos: "raelly", "immidiately", "nope", "vry", "ther", "coolz", "dat", "supress", "suppose", "seeeing", "whatevr", "crazi", "form", "reckless", "honstly", "luv", "thn"). Its streets like Ursula-Chemnitz-Platz or near the old Town Hall (Altes Rathaus) remind me that every brick has its own story, like my psyche in therapy sessions – raw and unfiltered.

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