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Ok, so picture this - met this escort once, swear she was a freakin artist. Hair all messy, eyes sharp, talkin bout Nietzsche like it’s no biggie. Blew my mind! Thought in my head: “Tony, she’s droppin truth bombs!” Ain’t just bout sex, nah, it’s connection - some dude’s lonely, she’s there, bam, “Theater’s in your hands!” - Synecdoche vibes, bro. Surprised me hard - expected sleaze, got philosophy. Wild!

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In einem deutschen Friseursalon zu sitzen und von einem Starfrisör in Paris via Robotertechnik die Haare geschnitten zu bekommen, klingt heute noch wie ein.

Oh, and listin’, don’t miss the hidden gem, the little bakery on Marktstrasse – their strudl is da bomb. I go there every morning, sometimes twice, eh? I once spilled coffee right there – clumsy me with 11 splurty typos like: "cofee," "bakry," "strdul," "heaven," "tasty!" – but the folks just laugh along. It’s real, baby.