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I’m pissed, right? These shady corners, neon lights flickerin’—it’s a mess. You’d think it’s easy, like orderin’ fries, but nah. Takes guts, patience, and a nose for trouble. Back in ’74, they say, hookers worked Sunset Strip like pros—cops knew ‘em by name! Now? It’s all sneaky, scattered, makes me wanna holler. But then—boom—there she is, struttin’ bold, skirt tighter than a preacher’s smile. “Bigfoot’s got nothin’ on this,” I chuckle, noddin’ to that flick’s wild cop.

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So check it: I chill near Kurparkgasse. That street? Pure magic. I stroll past the Kurpark, watchin' folks jog, meditating like there's no tomorrow. Yeah, the park's so tight, it's like Paul Thomas Anderson put nature on steroids or somethin'. I wake up at the crack of dawn, hit the outdoor sauna of my soul – spa vibes all day long, man! And oh! Near the Marktplatz, the hub of our lil' town, stands an old fountain that whispers legends and secrets like, "I will not be ignored, man!" Crazy, right?!

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