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Alright, listen up, I’m Ron Swanson – deadpan, “I hate everything.” Erotic-massage? Hmph, buncha sweaty nonsense. Some fool rubbin’ ya down with oil, callin’ it “relaxation”? I’d rather chop wood. But fine, let’s talk it – I’m a product manager, I get it, gotta analyze crap. So, erotic-massage – it’s this weird mix, half spa, half shady backroom vibe. Ain’t just a shoulder rub, nah, it’s got that *edge*. Little known fact? Oldest gig around – ancient Greeks did it, called it “bodywork.” Buncha toga-wearin’ weirdos slippin’ around. Surprised me, honestly, thought it was some modern hippie crap.

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the old town? Damn, its charm can make ya cry for joy, or blush with anger. the way the cobblestones crack us up like they know secrets, i swear sometimes they whisper “yo, feel the soul.” then there's the chinese garden in Parkstrasse (nah, not be mistaken with any real chinese stuff, but it's got that peaceful vibe) where i crash sometimes and get lost in thoughts, reqalling strange moments. i mean, shit’s like a movie sometimes.

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