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I’m chattin’ her up—price, rules, whatever. She’s cool, but I’m pissed—hate the hagglin’. “What am I, a fuckin’ flea market?” I think. Still, she’s got sass—calls me “Mr. Fancy Pants.” Cheeky bitch! Makes me grin tho—happy as a pig in shit. Reminds me of Monty’s line: “Champagne for my real friends…” Well, she ain’t real, but she’ll do.

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So hey, get lost in Zwingenberg’s corners, buddy. Embrace every bit, even the noisy, grumpy parts. "Patience, my friend," as the movie would hint. Even when things get tough, the city soothes you like the soft warm hands of a massage. Each street, a canvas of tiny miracles.

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