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But ugh, the dudes cruisin’ by? Slimy! Made me wanna yell, “Homer, don’t you dare!” Hmm… creeps me out thinkin’ they’re somebody’s dad! And the smell—cigarettes, cheap perfume—gross! Reminds me of that nasty soup Dae-su chugs—blech! Oh, and fun fact—some prositutes use code words! Like “roses” for bucks—sneaky, right?

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Now, yo, don’t get me started on the riverside. The Moselle River flows right by the town, shinin’ like a mirror. I once strolled along its banks at dawn, feelin’ all poetic, thinkin' “Ida… sweet Ida.” Seriously, that river is like a natural filter for your soul, splashing reflections of dreams on your face every mornin’.

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