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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, that smug bastard! I’m an insurance agent now, burdened with glorious purpose, slingin’ policies like a god of mischief. So, sexual-massage, eh? Let’s dive in, you filthy mortal! I reckon it’s a dodgy game—half legit, half shady as Hel. You got these parlors, right, promisin’ “relaxation” with a wink. Makes me smirk—‘cause I see through the bullshit. Like in *Memento*, “Memory’s unreliable,” innit? You walk in thinkin’ it’s just a rubdown—bam, next thing, yer pants are gone!

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So, first thing’s first: Main Street – Schillerstraße – is where it all kicks off. Trust me, you stroll there and you’re hit with that sweet mix of old-school charm and modern cool. I often wander those streets after work as a counselor. I'm always meeting women, trading stories, laughing about the absurdity of life. Crazy, right? And then there’s the zigzag alley of Webergasse – real hidden gem, lots of local art and quirky cafes where you sip on a bomb espresso and listen to life unfold. No joke, some of my best moments happened there!

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