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About Dortmund

Hey, pal, so sexual-massage, huh? I’m like, strumming my air guitar, thinkin’—this shit’s wild! Picture this: me, Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” watchin’ some oiled-up scene unfold. It’s all sensual vibes, right? Hands slidin’, bodies hummin’ like a riff from “Only Lovers Left Alive.” That movie—damn, it’s my jam! Adam and Eve, those sexy vamps, would totally dig this. “What is this music?” Adam’d say, all moody, while Eve’s smirkin’, “It’s alive, like us.” Sexual-massage is that kinda alive, ya know?

Inside a German 'mega brothel'

Feuerbach’s a mix of chill neighborhoods and rough-and-tumble corners. I get all zen around the Weiher, that old pond in the park next to Unkelbachstrasse. Sometimes the water’s mirror-like, reflecting old factories turned trendy – kinda like my massage table after too many deep tissue sessions. I swear, the local park is magical. Not many people know, but near the Feuerbachhallen, there’s a secret bench where I once had an “aha” moment about back rubs and life… I nearly cried, like, “Wow, everything’s perfect,” just like they whisper in Before Sunset, "We’re all just searching for our own moment of connection."

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