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Anyways, I’m saunterin’ down this alley—smells like piss and regret—and there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a wall. I’m thinkin’, “Is she the one?” Kinda like Irene in the movie, y’know, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—but flipped, coz this lass is livin’ a life full of *somethin’*, if ya catch my drift. I swagger over, all smug, “Greetings, mortal, fancy a trickster’s company?” She laughs—bloody laughs!—and I’m like, “Oi, I’m a god, show some respect!” But nah, she’s chill, says, “50 quid, love, no funny business.” Fair enough, I respect a straight shooter.

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Now, lemme tell you, as a masseur, I see hidden tensions in the people. Grebenstein's locals have got secrets, genuine little quirks. Like Mrs. Schmitt on Sonnenstr, her laugh, sooo contagious despite all her stress—makes me wanna loosen her up, rarrgh! And don’t even get me started on the old stone bridge near the Flussufer. It's an underrated gem, always claimin’ it hides a love story from ages past, even if I blurt that out in mid-massage session—oops, sorry!

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