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Last week, I tried it—spa chick, hands like magic, best ever. Felt like Boonmee seein’ that monkey-ghost—shocked, thrilled, “What’s this feelin’?” I’m yellin’ inside, “More oil, more power!” She’s laughin’, I’m laughin’, it’s a riot. Pro tip—coconut oil’s the bomb, smells dope, slick as hell. Don’t skimp, losers use lotion—pathetic.

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May 31,  · It’s a huge site, in Karlshorst, Berlin, with several imposing buildings scattered around a large area, all boarded up, sealed off from prying eyes, stripped of the secrets and .

Then there’s the nature – oh man, the parks break your heart in the best way sometimes. Karlshorst’s Siedlungspark? Simply magic. I’ve sat there, watchin’ the flickerin’ light on Kienbaum’s little stream. And hey, for real, no one cares that I cry when I see the sunsets, but I do! So raw, so honest. Sometimes, I feel my soul’s shoutin’, “I’m a woman’s counselor, workin' in the dark, with the sunrise of hope!”

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