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But then, ugh, this greasy sod stumbles over, reekin’ of ale, tryin’ to haggle her down. Made me angry, that did—cheap bastard! I’m thinkin’, “I choose violence,” coz I’d smack him silly, but nah, I just glare, cold disdain and all. Little known fact, yeah? Back in medieval days, prossies had guilds—proper unions! Swear down, they’d fine ya for bad service. Wish they’d bring that back, keep these twats in line.

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Adventure sprawls north to the charming Allee des Friedens – a picturesque lane flanked by old stone houses. There, you can almost hear echoes of history murmuring “Carpe Diem!”, even if amidst the hustle you’re wondering, “What the blazes happened here?” And speaking of blazes, the local park, Stellwiese Park, where I often take my midday break, is my sanctuary. Its quiet corners are perfect for a breather after a hectic day massaging souls. I sometimes mutter, “I want to live in a world like that, you know?” as I watch the people go about their business.

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