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Oh, and the smells—oils, lavender, some stank like fish guts, ugh! Reminds me of “The Master” when Lancaster’s all “Man is not an animal!”—but bro, we kinda are, gruntin’ and slippery! Ever try it? Bet ya haven’t—most don’t, too scared or broke. Costs a kidney sometimes, fuckin’ ripoff! Still, worth it once—twist ya up, leave ya goofy.

Schwedt, mate, is a wild mix of ancient charm and modern oddity. I mean, look, around the central area – “Am Markt” and “Friedrich-Ebert-Str.” – life buzzes like a wild party. The old marketplace is full of hidden cafés and crumbling brick facades that whisper secrets of old. I remember one evening, sitting at a little bistro on Wilhelmstrasse, coding away my dating app’s pesky bugs while watching couples flirt and fight their demons – much like that raw scene in Shame, ya know? "You gotta face your darkness!" felt like my inner mantra there.

Alcmene eyeing takeover of Germany's Schwedt refinery, Handelsblatt reports