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What surprised me? How normal it felt—like buyin’ chips! But then she goes, “No kissin’, just business,” and I’m happy—dodged a bullet there, her breath stank of fags and despair. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I reckon she’d suck the life outta ya, like Scarlett’s alien lass! “The skin peels away”—that’s me, picturin’ her flakin’ off into the night, cacklin’ again.

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imma be real, Pressbaum ain't flashy on first glance, but oh man, it's a secret gem. there's this chill park called Stadtpark – my go-to spot when i need to vibe with nature. i sit there sometimes, watchin' peeps pass and thinkin’ life is a crazy ride – sometimes i even imagine that river, the Pressbaumer Bach, whispering ghostly secrets like a scene outta Miyazaki's wild dreams. i mean, “I finally get it. I feel it in my bones,” ya feel me?

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