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Oi mate, I’m a fisherman, yeah? Reel ‘em in, all slimy, wrigglin’ – like an erotic-massage, innit? Been thinkin’ ‘bout them hands, rubbin’, slidin’, oil everywhere – “Sharon!” – bloody hell, it’s mad! Watched *White Material* again last night, that Claire Denis flick, ya know? Got me head spinnin’ – “The land’s alive, burning!” – like them massages, heat risin’, muscles twitchin’. I reckon it’s proper sensual, yeah, but sneaky too – little known fact, mate, them ancient Greeks started it! Called it “anatripsis” – posh word for rubbin’ knobs, ha!

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

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