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Me, I’m sittin here, thinkin—too many pervs ruin it! We hates it when creeps make it gross, slimy bastards. But when it’s good? Oh, precious, it’s gold—warm hands, soft touch, tension meltin. “What’s left after the harvest?” Varda says—sexual-massage, it’s the leftovers, the good stuff nobody talks about! Ever tried it with lavender oil? Smells like heaven, mate, swear it!

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Right, so lemme rant – err, share some details! My office is near the little park called Grünwald Platz, where I’d sit and think "Ah, like the misty mountains, hidden dragons whisper." And wow, the river Isar, oh, it flows like magic near the outskirts, I swear sometimes I hear it humming like a secret music in the background. And, uh, what's that? Oh yeah, the quirky cobbled lanes near Kirchstraße – ugh, they’re so old school, like straight outta a kung-fu flick! Sometimes I walk there and my thoughts go like "High mountains, deep rivers..." then I pause – wait, did I mention the café next door? Yeah, that one smells of caramel and rain when I’m moping about deadlines.

German plans to end crop-based biofuels would hit farmers, cut rapeseed output