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So, check it—I tried this sexual-massage spot once, right? Hidden in some sketchy alley, smelled like sage and desperation. This chick, she’s rubbin’ me down, and I’m like, “Yo, is this allowed to feel *this* good?” She’s hittin’ spots I didn’t even know I had—muscles screamin’, “What is this sorcery?!” Little known fact, tho—back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and call it “healin’.” Healin’ my ass—it’s foreplay with extra steps! I’m layin’ there, thinkin’, “This is some *Leviathan* shit—‘Man is a wolf to man,’ but with lube!”

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Now, if you love parks, you must visit Kurpark near the old Kurhaus. The park is like my zen sanctuary. I used to sit there meditating for hours. Birds chirp, leaves rustle, and sometimes I even think I see shadowy figures that remind me of those cryptic scenes from The White Ribbon… dang, it gives me goosebumps, seriously! Also, the river Duerkheimer flows gently by, its soft murmur perfect for unwinding. I often wander along its banks, absorbing tranquility, and sometimes it makes me so happy I forget all my worries!

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