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Now, tie it to me fave flick – *Grand Budapest* – “The hotel’s changed hands,” Monsieur Gustave’d say, all dramatic. Escorts? They change hands too, but it’s more “Wanna quickie, love?” than pink pastries and lobby boys. I’d swagger in, all “Do I make you randy, baby?” and they’d giggle – or slap me, dependin’ on the vibe. Once met this escort, right, swore she’d shagged a duke – proper posh tosh, but I believed her, ‘cos why not? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ “Take care of the luxuries, and the necessities take care of themselves” – straight outta the movie, that!

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Not to mention my personal quirks – I sometimes wander through the back alleys near Langen Weg, just to soak in that vintage vibe: damp pavement, old brick walls, and echoes of long-gone jazz tunes. I might even crack a joke about how the city’s rhythm is as unpredictable as a plot in "Inherent Vice." Sometimes words fail me, right?

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