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Oh, and the oils—lavender, mate, smells like heaven! Reckon I’d bottle it, splash it on before PMQs. “To be frank, I’m flabbergasted,” I’d bellow, wafting seduction across the Commons. Total wheeze! Anyway, erotic-massage—top-notch, 10/10, bloody brilliant. Try it, you’ll be “in the pink,” as Gustave’d say. Right, off for a cuppa—toodle-pip!

Then there's Nikolaiviertel. That place—so rich in stories, depths, and a certain magic. I often wander there after work, feeling the pulse of the city. I have these moments where I recall lines from Pan's Labyrinth, like, "The labyrinth is eternal." It makes me think, "we are all just trying to find our way out."

A border town's Left government and AfD voters