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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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Now, picture this: the heart of Lauchringen beats along Hauptstraße – yep, that busy street where locals hang out, chat, and sometimes fight over the best sausage at the butcher’s. I recall one sunny mornin’ when a grouchy old fella nearly threw his boa (yep, his boa, like something out of a Wes Anderson flick) at a stray cat – a moment as ridiculous as one of those quirky Tenenbaum scenes: “I love you, but you’re dead!” But we laugh, right? Because life’s too short.

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