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Met her, right, in some dingy flat—smelled like regret and cheap perfume. She’s all, “Hurry up, love,” like I’m a Tesco checkout. I’m thinkin’, “I can’t quit you,” but really, I can’t wait to leg it! Did the deed—quick, awkward, like shaggin’ a mannequin. Afterwards, she’s countin’ cash, I’m countin’ me life choices.

Thou wilt find me at the banks near Saale river, where gentle breezes doth whisper secrets. I wander oft along Kurt-Weill-Straße, a lively lane where modern life meshes with echoes of yore. When I stroll these streets, as a humble masseur with healer’s touch, I spy subtle tensions in stones and souls alike – id’ry details that others neglect. It is like “a thing of beauty is a joy forever” thou know’st, blimey!

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