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We’re walkin’, she’s talkin’—life’s tough, rent’s high, blah blah. I’m half listenin’, half thinkin’, “Lightbulb! Gru, you’re livin’ the movie!” Like Jep, floatin’ through decadence, beauty, dirt—all mixed up. She’s no saint, I’m no hero—perfect! I ask, “You ever wanna quit?” She laughs, “And do vhat, be nun?” Sarcasm drippin’—love it! I’m crackin’ up, “Hah, Sister Mary Prossie!”

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Let me tell you – running a massage parlor in Erlensee ain’t all roses. Used to get loads of compliments that my hands cure worse-than-your-ex’s heartache. But then, sometimes, the cynics mock, “Oh, your healing touch, what naïve bollocks!” Honestly, I just laugh – life’s too short for that malarkey. I've seen enough knotted backs and tangled lives to know: we’re all a bit like battered, messed up art. Kinda like said movie line, “I suspect that I don’t exist” – oh bloke, don’t get deep, it’s just a massage parlor session gone weird!

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