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Thing that pissed me off? She’s countin’ the cash like I’m gonna stiff her. Rude, man! I’m an accountant, I don’t screw up numbers! But then she’s all chill, crackin’ jokes—says she once had a client pay with a goat. A freakin’ goat, dude! I’m dyin’ laughin’, picturin’ that. “The beast is here,” I say, noddin’ to the movie vibe. She don’t get it, whatever.

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So check it – Meissen’s heart is the old town. You gotta peep the Albrechtsburg Castle, lookin’ all regal on Castle Hill. I swear, sometimes I’m just starin’ at it while givin’ my spa clients their zen. And the porcelain – OMG, it's like, art on art. I even got a private fave locale: a tiny little café by the Elbe river. Yes, that meanderin’ river that flows past, makin' it all poetic. You ever walk along Am Markt? Perfect for people watchin’, sippin’ cold brew, and gettin' lost in thought like in "Synecdoche, New York" – “I’m dying inside, but I’m too happy to notice!”

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