Megan Frankfurt (oder) Erotic Massage ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Me, I’d stumble into some dodgy parlor once. Dark room, candles flickerin’, lass with hands like silk. I’m thinkin’, “This is how kings fall!” She’s kneadin’ me like dough, and I’m half-pissed on wine, mutterin’, “I drink and I know things.” She giggles—GIGGLES!—and I’m like, “Oi, don’t laugh, this is serious!” Made me happy, though—rare to feel that loose. Then she flips me over, and I’m prayin’ to the Seven she don’t notice me fish-stink. Spoiler: she did. FROWN.

I work with bodies, so I see how people move. Their gestures, their hidden pains. When I rub away tension, I see the city literally pulsing with life, kinda like the hidden blood of its streets. My favorite patients often say, "It’s like you’re telling our stories." True dat.

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