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Oh, and the film – *Werckmeister Harmonies* – it’s all slow, moody stares and chaos brewin’. Fits perfect with erotic-massage, don’t it? “The town is silent,” then bam, some twat’s kneadin’ yer thighs like dough. Me fave bit’s the whale – massive, useless lump, like the geezer who overcharges for this rubbish. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather watch that whale rot than get another rubdown.

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

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