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*whines* My precious! Makes me happy, though—watchin’ ‘em strut, ownin’ it. Like Margaret, y’know? “I’m gonna make somethin’ happen!”—that’s them, struttin’ through the shit. Gollum sees it, don’t he? The grit, the sparkle. Others miss it, blind fools! Prossies ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody stories, mate. Wild, messy, fuckin’ epic.

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Over near Römerstrasse, there's an old bakery, real cozy-like. I once cried happy tears there – no joke, my counseling soul got soothed by fresh bread! Crazy, eh? The Moselle flows gently by, whispering secrets of old. That river? Sweet, serene, like a hidden promise of tomorrow. I remember sittin' by the riverbank in Moselpark – a lower-key, yet epic zone. Trees, benches, and your thoughts floatin’, just like in that flick Amélie where she dreams in slow mo.

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