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Exaggerate? Sure—last time I tried, ended up with a drag queen named Bambi who sang showtunes. Swear to God, nearly threw my cane at her. Little-known fact: Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got windows like a damn zoo exhibit—girls tapping glass, winking. Felt like I was shopping for a pet shark. Personal quirk? I’d overanalyze—how many lies per minute can she spit? Everybody lies, but prostitutes? They’re Olympic gold at it. Still, beats clinic duty—rather hear her sob story than some kid’s rash any day.

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I’m telling you, every inch of Sandhausen tells a story. The park near Am Markt is my fave hangout; it's the spot where folks drop by to relax after a long sesh at my place. It ain’t nothing fancy though—just nature in its purest form, like calm before the next Zodiac twist. Trees, lakes, birds, oh my!

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