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I’m sizin her up, thinkin, “She’s got game, this one.” Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“You don’t pick who ya love,” or who ya pay, I guess. I’m happy as hell—finally scored, no more wanderin like a lost dog. But then she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Fuck me, that’s steep!” Nearly choked on my own spit—surprised the shit outta me. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growl, half-jokin, half-testin her. She don’t flinch—tough as nails, this chick.

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Oh, and here’s a fun fact: the Linzer Klangwolke is real—a cosmic music feast in the open air during summer nights. Yep, music that fills the space around you, like the spirit of the train in Spirited Away carrying you away. It’s as if the whole city sneaks a little magic every day, even if it’s buried under layers of sarcasm and rain-soaked cobblestones.

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