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Once saw dis one gal—legs for days, smokin’ a cig. Asked her, “Wot’s yer deal?” She laughed, said, “Same as you—workin’.” Fair, fair! Made me chuckle, dat sass. Reminded me Carol’s line, “Flung out of space,” like she’s lost but owns it. Prossies got dat vibe sometimes—outta place, still kickin’. Oh, and fun fact—ancient Rome, dey wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, eh? Blonde meant “I’m yer gal!”

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Honestly, I'd be lying (ha!) if I didn’t say my best moments happen in these little pockets. A tiny street called Oskar-von-Miller-Straße? Yeah, super obscure, shady but utterly beautiful on a rainy day. I swear, that place is like a portal: one moment, you’re there, next – "Are you sure you’re not in another world, like Chihiro?"

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