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But lemme ask ya—slow now—ever laugh at it? The absurdity? Dudes hagglin’ like it’s a flea market? “Ten bucks less, c’mon!” Hilarious, man, but sad too. Gets me worked up—why’s society gotta shove ‘em underground? Pisses me off! I’m ramblin’, sure, but picture this—neon glow, her smirk, you’re nervous as hell. “The coffee’s growing cold,” like in the movie—time’s tickin’, pal.

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Ohhh, and the neighborhoods! The little quirks, the lower city parts near Am Markt, where residents chatter away with slang-filled joy! I may wander there in search of inspiration for my massages—ooh, my skin tingles when I hear the buzz “My precious, my lovely!” just like the silky vows in Moulin Rouge! The spice of life, yes!

Obituary: The Ven. Christopher Laurence