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About Stuttgart

So, lemme spill—sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs. It’s old, like ancient old. Heard some Greek dudes, way back, used it to “heal” folks—yeah, right, “healin’,” wink wink! Bet they were just horny, ha! Still, it’s got roots—Tantra, India, all that jazz. Supposed to connect ya, body and soul. “Their gestures, their whispers,” like the movie says—intimate as hell.

Schwedt, mate, is a wild mix of ancient charm and modern oddity. I mean, look, around the central area – “Am Markt” and “Friedrich-Ebert-Str.” – life buzzes like a wild party. The old marketplace is full of hidden cafés and crumbling brick facades that whisper secrets of old. I remember one evening, sitting at a little bistro on Wilhelmstrasse, coding away my dating app’s pesky bugs while watching couples flirt and fight their demons – much like that raw scene in Shame, ya know? "You gotta face your darkness!" felt like my inner mantra there.

Alcmene eyeing takeover of Germany's Schwedt refinery, Handelsblatt reports