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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! Erotic-massage, man, it’s wild! Been thinkin bout it lately—economics angle, ya know? Supply, demand, all that jazz. People pay big creds for a rubdown that’s more than just muscles. Rarrgh! Gets me hyped—capitalism at its slipperiest! Like in “25th Hour,” Monty’s all, “This life came so close to never happening.” Same vibe—erotic-massage ain’t your average gig. Underground hustle, right? Little-known fact: ancient Rome had these “lupanar” joints—brothels with massage sideline. History’s kinky, yo!

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So, start off at Rathausplatz, right in the old town. Cobblestones, ancient walls, and a vibe that'd melt your heart. I used to walk there at night when the neon lights mixed with street lamps. Felt kinda like "Melancholia" vibes, ya know? “I am your father,” in a way—this city rules you like the dark side. I can almost hear Lars von Trier whispering in the wind.

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