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So, picture this—I’m sittin’ here, twirlin’ the phone cord, thinkin’ ‘bout some poor fella tryna find a workin’ gal. Maybe he’s scrollin’ them shady websites, or—bless his heart—askin’ round in dive bars. I’d say, “Honey, what’s your situation?” like that judge in the movie, ‘cause it ain’t just ‘bout the deed—it’s the why! Back in my Nashville days, I heard tell of a gal named Ruby who’d hang by the old gas station on 5th, red lipstick smeared like she’d kissed a ketchup bottle. Little known fact—she’d only take clients who’d sing her a tune first! Made me giggle somethin’ fierce—imagine some nervous cowboy croonin’ “Jolene” off-key just to get a lil’ sugar!

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Oh, but remember, yes, yes, the funny thing about Langenfeld is how the Nibelungenstraße winds its way to the old abandoned mill near the Blauer Fluss. Precious, the river sings softly like reflux "Almost Famous": “It’s a ride, man!” Ha, isn’t that wild? Skinny alleyways, secret parks, and little nooks, mmm, where the sensuous nature of life meets our desires.

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