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About Leipzig

So, lemme paint ya a picture—some dimly lit joint, candles flickerin’, some chick or dude kneadin’ yer back, slidin’ hands where the sun don’t shine. Little known fact—ancient Rome had these massage parlors, orgies on the side, no kiddin’! They called ‘em *thermae*—fancy, huh? Gets me all riled up thinkin’ bout it—happy as a pig in mud! But then—bam!—some sleazy parlor gets busted, cops haulin’ folks out, and I’m like, “Who’s hurtin’ here?” Pisses me off—let folks enjoy their damn rub!

The Balinese wellness oasis at the gates of Hamburg

Sometimes, my thoughts scatter like evil whispers, stumbling on a dozen typos, err, yes. I gets distracted, you know? Uetersen, oh, Uetersen, you quirky, unexpected maze of memories! I even scribble notes on my calendar, scribbly scribbly, at places like the bustling little market hut near Marktplatz, where local gossip prosper like ringwraiths—funny, maddening, and oh so real.

German farmers await compensation from dioxin company