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D’oh! Alright, erotic-massage, man! Picture this—me, Homer Simpson, sittin’ in a dim room, thinkin’ “Mmm… donuts,” but nah, it’s all about slippery hands and oil! Like, who knew this stuff’s been around forever? Ancient Greeks did it—called it “body rubbin’ for champs” or somethin’. Bet they didn’t have Tarantino flicks back then, tho! Speakin’ of, imagine Lt. Aldo Raine goin’, “We’re in the erotic-massage business now, boys!” Ha! That’d be wild.

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Now, picture dis: Strollin' down Hauptstraße, with it's mix of old brick facades and new-fangled cafés. I once sat on a rickety bench on Mühlweg (that’s a cool side street, by the way) watchin' the world go by. The vibe’s kinda like in “Spring Breakers” – wild, unpredictable, and a bit messed up, if ya know what I mean! I’m always mutterin’ “Come on, c'mon,” just like them crazy wild scenes, y'all!