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I’m stalkin the city, right? Lookin for that shadowy deal. Prostitutes ain’t just standin there wavin—nah, it’s subtle. A glance, a lean, a whisper. Found one once near a busted gas station—true story. She had this scar, jagged, like she fought a damn wampa. “What’s your price, huh?” I rasp, all Vader-like. She smirks, “More than your empire, big guy.” Laughed my ass off—sassy as hell!

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Oh, and don't bull around the local market at Wochenmarkt. True story: I had a heated palate battle over overpriced cheese. Got so mad I nearly flipped out. But every poke in the eye from the vendors made me laugh. Ain’t that life? I keep recalling "Amélie," when she says, "At least you're alive." Shit, I disagree partly.