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Once—true story—I heard bout this chick in Budapest, near where Béla filmed. She’d stand under a busted streetlamp, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig. Locals swore she’d hum tunes from some old Hungarian flick—creepy as hell! Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?”—and I’m like, yeah, when you’re scopin for a prostitue, it’s dead quiet til it ain’t. Gets my heart racin, part thrilled, part freaked. What if she’s a cop? What if she’s nuts? Exaggeratin here, but maybe she’s got a knife—yikes!

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I’m a sexologist, right? And I’ve seen how places build confidence, passion—just pure, raw electricity. The picturesque river Naab flows by like a living, breathing piece of poetry. I often stroll along its banks, thinkin’ about life and love – like a scene straight out of "Fish Tank!" (Yes, that brilliant film by Andrea Arnold, truly top-notch!). The water’s like a mirror, reflectin’ all the city’s true colors. And sometimes folks gather near the waterside cafes on Kleine Straße, chattin’ about everything from deep desires to light-hearted gossip, all with a wink and a nod.

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