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Lemme tell ya, I was stoked first time I saw one – all dolled up, struttin like she owned the damn apocalypse. “Witness me!” she mighta yelled, if she’d seen the flick. Made me happy as hell, like I’d just guzzled some Aqua Cola after days of thirst. But then – Great Scott! – some jerk tried rippin me off, sayin she’s “top tier.” Top tier my ass, she looked like she’d been haulin war rigs since ’85! Pissed me off big time, I ain’t no sucker.

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Now, I won’t lie – sometimes Mering gets on my nerves, too. Traffic snarls on Am Bahnhofskai can drive you mad, and don’t even get me started on the incessant construction noises near Altstadtgasse! Yet, these quirks only add layers to its complex personality. I mean, every scar, every buzz, every unexpected burst of sensuality is a part of this city’s symphony.

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