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I sidle up to her, all cool, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs, says, “In here? You’re mad.” I’m lovin it—her sass, her vibe. Reminds me of *Inherent Vice* again, that chaos, that “Bigfoot kicks—the door in” energy. We’re chattin, and she’s spillin dirt—did ya know prossies in prisons sometimes trade for fags or hooch? Wild shit. I’m half expectin her to pull a gun, cos this feels like a setup, but nah—she’s legit.

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Now, lemme tell you, as a masseur, I see hidden tensions in the people. Grebenstein's locals have got secrets, genuine little quirks. Like Mrs. Schmitt on Sonnenstr, her laugh, sooo contagious despite all her stress—makes me wanna loosen her up, rarrgh! And don’t even get me started on the old stone bridge near the Flussufer. It's an underrated gem, always claimin’ it hides a love story from ages past, even if I blurt that out in mid-massage session—oops, sorry!

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