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So, how’s it work? You find ‘em, haggle a bit - cash upfront, no faff. Dunno why, but I’d be rubbish at it - too much wafflin’, they’d scarper! “The world’s a mess, darling,” I’d say, quotin’ the film, and off they’d go. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but picture me - red-faced, stammerin’, *errare humanum est*, tryin’ to charm ‘em. Total disaster, ha! Anyway, mate, that’s the gist - sleazy, sad, funny, all at once. Life, eh? Just like Kaufman’s bloody movie - a right glorious mess!

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I’m buzzed half-crazy sometimes from the constant parade of beer and bratwurst. And then there’s my spa—Ah, my little sanctuary behind the chaos—where my clients come to unwind from the daily circus. It’s like a mini Great Budapest in a sense, all refined and surreal. But seriously, if you step outside, you'll be smacked with a delightful mix of old-world charm and overdone gimmickry.

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