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Quirky thought—prostitutes prolly got better stories than kings, swear it! Bedside confessions, dirty secrets—bet they could blackmail half the city, heh! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but imagine ‘em whisperin’, “I know what you did, guv’nor!”—power in them skirts, yesss. Funny too—heard one call her john “three-pump chump,” cackled ‘til me throat hurt. Sarcasm’s their armor, sharp as knives.

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So, yeah, my journey here has been one wild ride. Every morning, I wake up wonderin' what this day in Zorneding might throw my way. There's anger sometimes – like when the council messes up new park benches and ruins the view near Rosenweg… argh, just maddens me! But then there are moments of pure bliss and unexpected joy, like catching a beautiful sunset near the old church or hearin' kids laughin’ on the playground over at Emiliastraße. Ah, messin' up your mood never works out, but ya know, life’s full of ups and downs.

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