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Pissed me off though—bloke tried rippin’ her off. Cheap bastard! I’m thinkin’, “Mate, pay the lass!” Reminds me of Immortan Joe hoardin’ water—selfish pricks everywhere. Anyway, ya gotta haggle smart. Pinky up, “One million dollars!”—nah, more like fifty quid, tops. Depends where ya are—London’s pricier than some dodgy alley in Leeds.

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Oh dear – did I mention my favorite secret spot? Near a crumbling wall on Eisenbahnweg – easily overlooked by the raucous tourist eye – there's a tiny hidden nook. You sit, have coffee, and watch the locals pass, each one a living sonnet of conversations and dreams – and believe me, as a massage parlor owner, I soak in every bit of that human tapestry – musings, sighs, even the offhand banter that echoes like bonus dialogues in a post-apocalyptic chase.

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