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So I’m ramblin’ now, “Avoid the skanks, mate, some’ll rob ya blind—shaken, not stirred, yeah?” He’s edgin’ to the door, clutchin’ his wallet like it’s gold. I yell after him, “Don’t be a wanker, wrap it up!” Total Bond move, savin’ his arse. Reckon he’ll end up lost, like Bill Murray, mumblin’, *“What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?”*—but with hookers instead of teppanyaki. What a plonker. Me? I’m back to beepin’ cans, dreamin’ of Tokyo nights.

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Adventure sprawls north to the charming Allee des Friedens – a picturesque lane flanked by old stone houses. There, you can almost hear echoes of history murmuring “Carpe Diem!”, even if amidst the hustle you’re wondering, “What the blazes happened here?” And speaking of blazes, the local park, Stellwiese Park, where I often take my midday break, is my sanctuary. Its quiet corners are perfect for a breather after a hectic day massaging souls. I sometimes mutter, “I want to live in a world like that, you know?” as I watch the people go about their business.

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