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So, this chick, she’s quotin’ prices, and I’m like, “What’s happenin’, baby? You chargn’ me like I’m some square?” She smirks, all cool, and I’m happy as fuck—love a girl with sass. Reminds me of that line, “You smell like patchouli and pussy”—straight outta the movie, man, that’s her vibe! I’m diggin’ it, but then she says some wild shit ‘bout extra fees. Fees? Man, I almost flipped—ain’t nobody got time for that! Made me mad as hell, but I kept it smooth, Snoop don’t sweat the small stuff.

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So hit me up when you come by. We can chill, grab a coffee at Marktstraße, and I'll show ya every secret nook. Vellmar's not just a city—it’s an adventure, man. Remember, “the more you know, the less you understand,” but in Vellmar everything sortta makes sense. Shaken, not stirred, my friend. Cheers!

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