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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—no capes!—and I’m here spilling tea about findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: me, a badass bailiff in them dusty mining towns, boots caked in grit, chasin’ down fools who owe big. But one night, I’m off duty, right? Thinkin’ about *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*—that flick’s my jam, all about bein’ trapped but dreamin’ wild. “I am a cavern,” that line hits me, y’know? Deep, dark, searchin’ for somethin’.

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In certain neighborhoods, like near Dr.-Franz-Kafka-Platz (yes, Kafka, because why not?), you’ll feel an artistic vibe. The locals are as unexpected as my patients’ hilarious love dilemmas. Your guide, my dear friend, is a labyrinth of humorous mishaps.