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Ssss, sneaky she was, once slipped a flyer—*a flyer!*—under me door. “Massage an’ more,” it said, ha! More like fleas an’ filth, precious. Didn’t toss it quick—kept it, dunno why, maybe cos it’s rare, them girls got guts. Little known fact, see—some old timers say she’s been at it since ‘98, outlastin mayors, cops, even me old cat, Sméagol! Ain’t that wild? Survives like Buscapé, dodgin bullets an’ bad luck.

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So, I finally get my coffee, and I’m off to the next spot. I’m walking down the Heerenweg, and I swear, the wind is like, “Hey, let’s mess up your hair!” I’m dodging leaves and trash, feeling like I’m in some weird obstacle course. But then, I see this cute dog. Like, the fluffiest thing ever. I stop to pet it, and the owner’s like, “He loves attention!” I’m like, “Duh, who doesn’t?”

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