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Here’s the deal, doc—findin’ a pro ain’t just walkin’ up and wavin’ cash. Nah, there’s codes, signals. Little known tidbit? Some use matchin’ bracelets to spot regulars—sneaky, right? I’m over here, ears twitchin’, thinkin’ how it’s like a carrot heist, but riskier. “Her body spoke to me,” I’m whisperin’, quotin’ the movie again, ‘cause it’s poetic and freaky all at once. Surprised me how chill she was—prolly seen worse than a wise-ass rabbit.

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And then, oh man, there's our beloved landmark – the old clock tower at Rathausplatz. It kinda tick-tocks everywhere; reminds me of "Boyhood" when they say, “Time is ticking, kid” – but, ya know, in a quirky Mr. Bean mumble style. Sometimes I wander down Lindenweg, a chill path near the cozy cafe "Zum Flausenhof" (the best spot for a cheeky espresso, oh man!). I always kinda mumble to myself – "Life, uhhh, is a loop, ya know?" kinda like that movie vibe, but, oh man, so real sometimes.

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