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Me, I’d be terrible at it—too loud, too freaky! “It’s showtime!” I’d yell, and they’d probably run screamin’. Picture me, Beetlejuice, hagglin’ prices— “50 bucks? For that? C’mon, I’m a freakin’ icon!” Ha! Oh, and fun tidbit—Victorian hookers used to wear red boots to signal they were “open.” Subtle, huh? Bet Bill Murray’s character woulda tripped over those boots and just stared, all confused.

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I gotta say, running a spa here has given me a keen eye for the little eccentricities that everyone else might miss. Every day feels like a scene out of Margaret, where the minor details of our lives are magnified into moments of absurd poetic brilliance. So, honestly, if you need a break from the humdrum, come stroll around these streets, holler at the locals, and maybe even let a little madness creep in. Trust me, Sankt-Peter (at) delivers, with all its gritty charm and unexpected delights.

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