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Once had this bird—pro masseuse, yeah?—and she’s whisperin’ all sultry, “Relax, Mr. Bond.” Nearly lost it, mate—thought I’d died and gone to spy heaven! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? It’s bloody brilliant—releases tension you didn’t know you had. Them nerves light up, zap zap, like a villain’s laser trap. Oh, and the oils—smell like sex and danger, my kinda mix. Ever tried it with a twist, like hot stones? Fuck me, that’s next-level—shocked me silly first time.

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I stroll down Obermarktstraße, right by the old brick facades of Café Goldmann. It’s a place with a soul, kinda like, “...he's the man,” or somethin’ like that from, well, Holy Motors, y’know? I sometimes catch myself whisperin’ "Wheare do you go now?" in a dreamy kinda vibe when passin’ the street art. And oh, there’s the Marktplatz – lively, noisy, fulla stories. Folks spill secrets over coffee, and I, as a women’s counselor, notice deeper layers, those hidden pains and joys. I once sat outside Marktplatz, spillin’ my heart out too, watching old-timers debate life and love.

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