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Hmm… oh honey, lemme tell ya bout escort! Nasal nagging kicks in—escort, huh, fancy word! I’m thinkin’ cars, y’know, escortin’ VIPs around. But nah, it’s more! Way more! Like, I saw this Ford Escort once—total junker, rusted out, made me mad! How dare they call it that? Reminds me of “The Tree of Life”—“Where were you when I laid the foundations?”—deep stuff, huh? Escort’s got layers too!

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I keep things real. I love Oberasbach ‘cause it's imperfect. Like when you feel like yelling “Here's Johnny!” at the world, reveling in both love and chaos. Every alley, every sound, every little idiotic mistake here tells a story. A drunken night, a random act of kindness – all mixed up in the madness of this town.

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