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So, I’m picturin it—me, all nervous, sweatin bullets, tryin to be cool. Maybe I’d say somethin dumb like, “Do you like… dig soil samples?” Cuz, ya know, agronomist life. She’d stare at me, probly thinkin, “This dude’s nuts.” And I’d be like, “I’m just tryin to plant some seeds here!” Ha, that’s what she said! Oh man, I’d die laughin at myself.

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I wander near the Ottakring Open Air Market – there’s fresh produce, street vendors, and sometimes you catch a glimpse of a funny character sellin' odd stuff, ya know? Oh, and there's the quirky Wienerberg park near here. That park is the spot! I’d sit there after a long massage day; my muscles relax and my head clears. Reminds me of when Bing Bong said "I'm here!" but in a totally mellow, peaceful way.

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