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Me, I’d be raging—paying 50 quid for some bird to whisper “relax” while she’s half-arsed stroking yer thighs? Sod off! Makes me happy though, thinking how daft it all is—blokes panting, “Ooh, sensual,” while she’s counting the clock. Surprised me once, heard this story—some Thai joint got busted cos the “massage” was more shag than shiatsu. Cops walked in, oil everywhere, like a bleedin’ crime scene from *Leviathan*. “Who’s to blame?” they’d say in the film—well, the randy twat who booked it, obviously!

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Perfect to be pampered during a premium girlfriend experience on the banks of the Havel. Surrounded by shimmering waters, you will find absolute peace and quiet.

I must confess, I’m enamored almost to madness with PHavelberg. It’s a mix of hustle, history, and a splash of that wild, unpredictable sea breeze. So when ye wander these streets, look close – each cracked cobble and creaky door whispers a tale, a reminder to never stop sailin’ for new horizons.

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