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About Berlin

Hey, pal, so sexual-massage, huh? I’m like, strumming my air guitar, thinkin’—this shit’s wild! Picture this: me, Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” watchin’ some oiled-up scene unfold. It’s all sensual vibes, right? Hands slidin’, bodies hummin’ like a riff from “Only Lovers Left Alive.” That movie—damn, it’s my jam! Adam and Eve, those sexy vamps, would totally dig this. “What is this music?” Adam’d say, all moody, while Eve’s smirkin’, “It’s alive, like us.” Sexual-massage is that kinda alive, ya know?

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Imma drop one more tidbit: check out the local market on Tuesdays. Folks call it Der kleine Basar, and it's a riot of colors and faces. You might bump into me there, chattin' up a storm, speakin’ in my best Dr. Phil drawl “How’s that workin’ for ya?” style, hollerin’ out advice to anyone stray enough to listen, mixing wisdom with a pinch o' sass and plenty of laughs.

Lakisha Wesseling remembers the wonderful life of her husband Chris in letter to their son Lincoln