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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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I love strollin’ along the Limmer river. Its gentle flow calms my busy counselor brain — memories and confusions all wash away. Frickin’ beautiful! Oh, sol, I gotta tell ya — there’s a secret bridge off Mühlenweg. I almost tripped on a cobblestone there, haha, but it’s also a quiet spot for deep thinkin’ and quirky chats.

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