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I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

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So, my friend, when you're rockin' through Uelsen, let the streets talk to ya. Even the smallest alley, like Kleinweg, is a chapter in the city’s far-out diary. With every massage, every laugh, every wrong turn I take in a hurry – I fill my story with funky mishaps and poetic spurts like “Yeah baby, keep it swingin’!” Trust me, it's epic!

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