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Alright, listen up, you degenerates—erotic-massage, huh? I’m Dr. House, bouncer of truth, and yeah, everybody lies, especially when they’re oiled up and moaning. So, erotic-massage—slippery hands, dim lights, some chick or dude pretending they’re "healing" you. Total crap, right? But damn, it’s got its hooks in me. Watched *The Tree of Life* last night—Malick’s trippy masterpiece—and it hit me: “The only way to be happy is to love.” Well, guess what? Erotic-massage ain’t love, but it’s close enough when you’re desperate.

So pack ya bags and come see it. Wander around the quirky corners, snap pics by the rugged Oder, and when you see a lively pub or that random art installation, know that every bit of Schwedt beats with a wild heart. "Some things are worth fighting for, man!" even if it means facing a mountain of paperwork or rogue bugs in my code.

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