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Oi, precious! Me, Gollum, yesss, Assistant Secretary, hissss! Erotic-massage, oooh, we likes it, don’t we? Slippery hands, soft skin, mmm, tricksy stuff! Watched “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” precious, yesss—locked in, trapped, but feelin’ alive, like massage does! “I am fading,” he says, but erotic-massage? It wakes us up, yesss, makes us tingle!

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.

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