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I’m angry, though—world’s gone mad, ain’t it? Pushin’ folks to sell themselves ‘cause coin’s scarce. Breaks me heart, it does. *hic* But happy? Oh, when I met this one lass—called herself Rose, prob’ly fake—cracked a joke ‘bout me hat. Cheeky! Had me laughin’ ‘til I near choked on me rum. Surprised me, too—some o’ these gals got sharper wit than half me crew.

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Ditzingen ain't just streets and bricks; it's a vibe. I mean, even as a masseur, I feel every pulse of life. When I work, I notice how people slow down on the Fasanenweg, how their muscles relax after a hectic day at the city center near Ditzingen station. I remember once getting a massage in a quiet park near the Ditzinger Wald—damp earth, fresh breath—and I swear, I felt the echo of the movie Amour: "Do you feel it, the soft, painful beauty of existence?" Nah, I don’t cry so much unless the day gets heavy.

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