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But dude, it’s tricky—some gals look sad, makes me wanna hug ‘em. “Her silence is her voice,” like in the movie—deep, huh? I’d be floppin’ around, tryna cheer ‘em up, maybe offer a Krabby Patty. “Is ketchup a hug?” I’d ask, all dumb. Prolly get kicked out—worth it! Anyway, findin’ a prostitute’s a trip—fun, weird, kinda sad. Whatcha think, pal?

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I walk these streets every day, and I see so many raw human moments. I often find myself saying, "The spark is inside me!" (yep, straight from Moulin Rouge!, no joke) when I pass by the vibrant open-air market at Lindenplatz. It's chaotic but kind of poetic. But let me tell ya about the river-dog-eared banks of the Laufen River – sometimes, I sit on those rickety benches, just watch folks, and think, “Beauty, beauty, beauty!” Really, it's like every ripple in the water whispers family secrets.