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Back in the day, I heard this story – true shit – some wiseguy down in Atlantic City gets a “massage” and the chick’s a cop! Bada-bing, he’s cuffed, balls out, lookin’ like a stunad. Made me laugh my ass off, but also pissed me off – entrapment much? Sexual-massage got this vibe, see? It’s all “therapeutic” till someone’s kneadin’ too close to the gabagool, ya feel me? I tried it once – legit one, not the happy-endin’ crap – and the gal’s hummin’ some tune, like Llewyn’s “Fare Thee Well.” I’m layin’ there, thinkin’, “Hang me, oh hang me, this ain’t worth the 80 bucks!”

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Komm an. Spüre die Matte unter deinem Körper, verwurzle dich mit der Erde. Atme in deinem Rhythmus. Und nun: Spüre! Nimm wahr! Das ist das einzige was du tun musst während deiner .

Littau's neighborhoods are a riot of tradition and modern quirks – a mix of old-world charm and new beats. It’s exposed me to loads of raw emotions – dude, each corner is like a new scene from a feel-good montage in a movie, moments of pure ecstasy until you're wondering, "Where's Sadness at?"

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