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Angry bit? Coppers harassin’ her kind—pisses me off. Happy? Her banter—sharp as a tack. Surprised? How normal she seemed—jus’ a gal, really. In my head, I’m cacklin’—mortals are wild! Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say she’s a goddess in disguise—nah, too cheesy. Still, “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—findin’ the real in the fake, that’s me. Catch ya later—off to stir more shit!

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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?

Emmen rolls out the Orange carpet for the King’s birthday