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About Hamburg

So, sexual-massage—it’s this hush-hush thing, ya know? People whisper about it like it’s illegal, but it’s everywhere! Little fact for ya: back in ancient Rome, they had these bathhouses—orgy-level massages, no shame! Makes me mad, though—why’s it gotta be so sneaky today? I’m all, “C’mon, own it!” But nah, folks get all prudish. I was shocked—shocked!—when my buddy Sal told me he gets one weekly. Weekly! I’m like, “Sal, you’re livin’ a porno!” He just grinned, smarmy bastard. Made me happy, though—good for him, ya know?

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Oh, and don’t get me started on the “Altstadt” – our old town center where narrow lanes like Müllerstraße and Bäckerweg twist around centuries-old buildings. These cobbly trails whisper secrets of a time long gone, and as a psychologist, I find ‘em a rich ground for studying human connection – those graffiti on walls, those faded inscriptions on door frames, each detail is a cry for help, a memory of joy, or a nod to sheer absurdity, like Richie’s odd rhetoric in The Royal Tenenbaums.

Thousands of people gather in Germany to break the world record for the most Smurfs in one place