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About Frankfurt

Me, I’d lie there, tense as fuck. Then—boom—relief hits hard. “You’re not a man yet,” Audiard’s line stabs. Erotic-massage proves it—vulnerable, raw. Pisses me off when they rush it. Slow down, damn it! Happy? When it’s done right—fuck yeah. Surprised me first time—didn’t expect the toe-curling bit.

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

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