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I ain’t judgin, nah—live n let live, right? But the stench of cheap cologne and cheaper lies? That’s the shit that sticks. Little fact for ya—some old-school pros used to carry lemon extract, splash it on to dodge the clap. Clever, huh? Bet ya didn’t know that, Clarice. Me neither til I dug deep—curiosity’s my vice, ya see.

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I work massaging folks. I see muscle secrets on every block. Chill spots on Fußgängerzone make me smile – even if I'm in a hurry. You know, the riverside near Kleiner Bach is a gem, a hidden spot where time slows. I remember one day, after a brutal session, I walked down Karl-Heinz Str.; feeling all introspective, like "... the earth is our garden". Crazy, right!?