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About Wels

Here’s the juice—sexual-massage ain’t just foreplay, fam. It’s therapy, it’s art, it’s—hah!—a game. You’re lyin’ there, vulnerable, they’re in charge, and I’m over here cacklin’—who’s really pullin’ strings? “All those moments will be lost,” Fincher’s film whispers, but nah—not this. You’ll remember that shiver down yer spine forever. Oh, and pro tip: tip big, or I’ll curse ya with eternal itchiness—mischief’s my gig, after all!

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Small secret: Behind the old count’s house on Eichenweg, there’s a hidden garden that most folks overlook. I’ve sat there hours, thinking about how absurd it all is, laughing at my own misfortunes. Sure, I sometimes get pissed off – traffic on Rennweg? Ugh, no joke! Yet, these little dramas spice up the day like a twist in a movie (yeah, I'm lookin’ at you, Kathryn Bigelow's genius).