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About Berlin

Old tale—Ancient Rome had it. Senators gettin’ freaky massages—olive oil everywhere. Bet they stank, ha! Surprised me, tho—high-class kink? Wild. Ever notice how quiet folks get? Whisperin’ bout it like it’s taboo. Cracks me up. “The old lady’s hip!”—sneaky husbands, probably. Me? I’d fumble the oil—clumsy Larry! Picture that, slippery mess, laughin’ my ass off. You into it? Tell me slow—details, pal!

Hotel Hamburg

So, first off, Ahrensburg is a mix of old-school charm and modern sparkle. Starkenburger Straße is the lifeline here—loads of little shops and cafés. I often stroll down there after my parlor closes. I’ve seen some classic meetings of locals and off-the-wall tourists; reminds me of that line from Before Sunset: “We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl.” Bleh, but true, right? And the vibe, oh man, it’s contagious.

Orchestra visit provides cultural, musical exchange