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—whoops, got distracted. Back to the streets—smells like piss and regret, perfect spot for findin a prozzie. Ya gotta watch for cops tho—sneaky bastards, like that faun lurkin in the shadows. “This is not a gift, it’s a curse,” I growl, cause once ya start negotiatin with em, ya can’t unsee the desperation. Made me mad, seein kids—yeah, kids!—out there, barely 18, actin tough. Screw that, world’s messed up.

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So, Emmen’s a quirky mix of cobbled streets and modern zing. I always jab my clients’ shoulders on Hauptstrasse. That’s where life pulses – buzzing energy, wind in yer face. One minute ye can be in a calm vibe in the Rössli Park – trees whisperin’ ye secrets, much like the bathhouse in "Spirited Away": “I finally get to work!” They say the wind flows there, carryin’ magic. I had a client once, spoutin’ words like “I’m Chihiro!” – he joked, by Grossegass – near the river Emme. Crazy, right?

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