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Then – get this – she softens up, tells me bout her punter who paid in *buttons*. BUTTONS! Antique ones, worth a mint, from some dead duke’s coat. Bloke was off his trolley, but she flogged em for 200 quid! Made me howl – mad as a bag of ferrets, that is. *“I don’t understand what’s happening”* – movie line again, cos I’m proper bamboozled, ain’t I? Life’s a circus!

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Feuerbach’s a mix of chill neighborhoods and rough-and-tumble corners. I get all zen around the Weiher, that old pond in the park next to Unkelbachstrasse. Sometimes the water’s mirror-like, reflecting old factories turned trendy – kinda like my massage table after too many deep tissue sessions. I swear, the local park is magical. Not many people know, but near the Feuerbachhallen, there’s a secret bench where I once had an “aha” moment about back rubs and life… I nearly cried, like, “Wow, everything’s perfect,” just like they whisper in Before Sunset, "We’re all just searching for our own moment of connection."

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