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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson—deadpan, “I hate everything.” Erotic-massage? Hmph. Buncha sweaty hands rubbin’ folks for cash. Ain’t my thing, but I get it—people wanna feel somethin’. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than let some stranger knead my back like dough. Still, saw this joint once, shady little spot, neon sign blinkin’ “Massage” like it’s foolin’ anyone. Guy outside looked like he’d rubbed one too many. Made me laugh, kinda. “How happy are those days?” I muttered—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*. ‘Cause lemme tell ya, forgettin’ that creepshow woulda been a blessin’.

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The vibe? Think "Talk to her" meets small-town bohemia. I waltzed around Neuer Platz, where everyone seems to spill their secrets over a beer. There's this hidden gem called the "Liebespark"—yup, I made that up, but trust me, there’s a tiny park behind Alte Schmiede where couples cuddle and whisper secrets that would make even Pedro Almodóvar blush. And ugh, sometimes I shout “Talk to her!” when I see folks too shy to make a move, like, seriously, come on!

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