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Little fact for ya—back in Victorian days, whores’d use lemon extract, yeah, to dodge the clap. Clever, innit? Smellin’ like a pudding while dodgin’ death. “I’m trying to piece it all together,” like in *Her*, figurin’ out life’s mess. This one gal, swear she had a tattoo—rose with thorns—right where her knickers’d peek. Said it was her “armor.” Laughed my arse off—armor for a shag? Brilliant.

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So, I head down Hauptstraße, dodging tourists. Seriously, they’re everywhere! I love Triesen, but c’mon, can we not block the sidewalks? I’m trying to get to my first appointment. This guy, let’s call him “Mr. Grumpy,” is waiting for me. He’s been dealing with some heavy stuff. I mean, life’s tough, but dude, lighten up a bit!

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