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Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

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Right, so lemme rant – err, share some details! My office is near the little park called Grünwald Platz, where I’d sit and think "Ah, like the misty mountains, hidden dragons whisper." And wow, the river Isar, oh, it flows like magic near the outskirts, I swear sometimes I hear it humming like a secret music in the background. And, uh, what's that? Oh yeah, the quirky cobbled lanes near Kirchstraße – ugh, they’re so old school, like straight outta a kung-fu flick! Sometimes I walk there and my thoughts go like "High mountains, deep rivers..." then I pause – wait, did I mention the café next door? Yeah, that one smells of caramel and rain when I’m moping about deadlines.

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