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About Dortmund

Heya, pal! D’oh! Me, Homer Simpson, y’know, The Watchman now! Gotta spill my guts bout sexual-massage. Picture this – sweaty hands, dim lights, some chick rubbin’ ya down. Woo-hoo! Sounds like a dream, right? But lemme tell ya, I seen stuff. Watched “The Gleaners and I” – that Agnès Varda flick’s my jam! “I’m not poor, I’m thrifty,” she says. Thrifty, huh? Sexual-massage ain’t cheap, tho!

UNSERE MASSEURINNEN

First off, let me set the scene – Lage is chock-full of history and weird charm. You got the main artery, “Hauptstraße”, buzzing day and night. The locals swear by it, even if it sometimes feels like a mosh pit of confused tourists and lost souls – “Only Lovers Left Alive”, right? And don’t even get me started on “Am Stadtpark” – a park where you can chill, have a pint, and watch time trickle by like ancient, slow-rolling lovers. Seriously, one minute you’re laughing, next you’re pondering life’s bloody mysteries.

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