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Nearly tripped over a bin—*stumbles in text*—askin’ her prices. “20 quid quickie,” she says—*whistles, drops imag’nary coins*—bargain, mate! Laughed so hard I snorted—*snorts loud*—prossies got humor, who knew? Thought, “Blimey, she’s a right laugh!”—better than me soggy tarts. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—*winks*—but she’s a legend, swear down!

I’ve seen mystic nights, fog thick as pea soup – crazy, right? – when I’d mend muscles and minds alike. T’was wild, wild, truly! “I must say, his palate is, in a word, exquisite!” Even in my humble practice, I spy unusual desperations and hidden dreams. I’d even say the massage table listens, yea verily, like a silent confidant to woes untold.

Fig. 3. Study area Halle. The Saale River and its floodplains (marked...