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So, I hit the streets, man—London’s swingin’ ’60s still echoin’ in my bones. Found this chick, all dolled up, mini skirt tighter than a spy’s alibi. “Fancy a shag, luv?” I says, winkin’ like a cheeky git. She’s cool, real cool—says her name’s Ruby, been workin’ the corner since the Beatles dropped *Revolver*. Little known fact, baby: prossies back then had code words—like “red lorry” meant a quickie! Blew my mind, yeah!

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Old Manching has cool alleys with cobbled stones. The locals hang around in the little café on Marktgasse. Their coffee? Seriously epic – I once stayed there for ages chatting about swipe rights and wrongs. There's also a cemetery near Kirchweg – kinda eerie sometimes, reminds me of that line “I will always love you” from A.I., in a weird, nostalgic kinda way.

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