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Sometimes – I’m quirky. Hummin’ tunes mid-massage. Therapist’s like – “dude, what?” Hilarious. Sarcasm kicks in – “oh, *real* professional.” Keeps it light. Sexual-massage ain’t stiff – pun intended. Gotta laugh – or it’s awkward. Worst part? Overpriced spots – $200? Robbery! Still – I’m hooked. You try it – tell me. Bet ya can’t quit. Like me – and *The Assassin*. Obsessed!

Brothel in Merzig

I swear, sometimes I feel like Tyrion Lannister with a pint in hand – “I drink and I know things,” right? Especially when I’m watching the gentle flow of the Saar, meandering right by the Erlacher Hof, calming my nerves while I ponder the convolutions of human relationships. You know, just like in Ida – "When you’re part of the crowd, you lose yourself," they say. And here, in Merzig, every corner, like the quirky streets around Ludwigstraße, feels intimately inviting, as if each building has its own private tale of triumph and tragedy.

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