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I’d be all cynical— “You’re not Scarlett Johansson, sweetheart.” She’d smirk, prolly overcharge me—200 bucks for a quickie? Highway robbery! Made me mad—hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a used car. But then—surprise—she’s got this weird charm. Talks bout her cat, Mitya, back home. I’m like, “What is this feeling?”—straight outta the movie, man. Soft spot hit me—damn, I’m human after all.

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Then, there's the old town square, Marktstraße. It’s got this ancient fountain that sounds like it's whisperin’ secrets from centuries ago. Crazy, right? I used to sit there, droppin’ by my favorite zen-ish nook, and just let everything wash over me. Sometimes, I’d see old dudes talkin’ about life’s wonders, and I'd think, “Blimey, isn’t it all just a trip?”