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So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air, some lass in fishnets givin’ you the eye. I walked into one once—swear, felt like Gotham’s underbelly. Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Made me angry, yeah—fuckers treatin’ girls like meat slabs! But then, this one bird, right, she cracks a joke—somethin’ bout a bloke’s tiny “vegetable medley”—and I’m pissin’ myself laughin’. Humor in a brothel? Who’d a thunk it! Surprised me, mate, turned the whole vibe upside down.

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The massage parlor itself is a part of my life’s story. I'd say the scent of essential oils mingles with the cool air that sneaks in from the Tegeler See. Man, each massage feels like losin’ yourself in a maze, I mean, like "Dreams feel real while you're in them." Sometimes, I joke, I'm like the architect of relaxation, carving out dream spaces in real life.

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