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Anyways, we seal the deal, quick and dirty, no mushy crap – The Rock don’t do slow jams. It’s like pluggin’ in a circuit – hot, fast, electric. Afterwards, I’m leanin’ on my truck, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Man, this is life, this is the pulse!” Jep’s voice in my head – “Beyond there’s only emptiness.” Maybe, but damn, that rush? Worth it. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a transaction, brah, it’s a story, a vibe, a freakin’ adventure. Know your role, and you’ll see it – the beauty in the chaos. Can ya dig it?

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And then, oh, the bile, the masterful ribbing of fate, bro, over the river that barely touches the edge of town – not a mighty river but a meek one, whispering like “come, come, come,” reminding us that even small waterways can sing passionate ballads. The whispered history around Forchheim’s corners, yeah, like the Gollum in me, repetitive and maddening, “We must find it, must, must...”

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