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What’s dope is the oils—smell like sin. Cinnamon, lavender—gets ya trippy. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—nah, just my back pain. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But dude, it’s a trip. Ever wonder who invented this? Some perv genius, betcha. Angry tho—why ain’t it free? Capitalism, ugh.

Man, I'm ranting, haha! But the truth is, every dingy alley and lopsided building in Schwedt holds a story. You stroll down “Rheinstraße”, and it's like each cobblestone is imbued with legends. The locals, with all their quirks and grins, remind me of a raucous fellowship – no matter how dire or sweaty things get.

Germany seizes Russian oil firm Rosneft’s refineries