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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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Over in the Altstadt, you can’t miss the old church on Kirchplatz. It’s ancient but kinda charming, you know? And then there's the river Erft—not actually a river for a nap, mind you, but nice for a brisk walk if you fancy some overpriced ice cream from a dodgy van. Seriously, who thought that was a bright idea?

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