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I’m thinkin’, man, this gig’s rough—cold nights, sketchy dudes. Makes me kinda sad, y’know? But then, bam, she cracks a joke—somethin’ ‘bout “tricks fer treats”—and I’m hollerin’! Gotta respect the hustle, git it? Ain’t no “silencio” here, just loud laughs and louder heels clickin’.

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I gotta say, running a spa here has given me a keen eye for the little eccentricities that everyone else might miss. Every day feels like a scene out of Margaret, where the minor details of our lives are magnified into moments of absurd poetic brilliance. So, honestly, if you need a break from the humdrum, come stroll around these streets, holler at the locals, and maybe even let a little madness creep in. Trust me, Sankt-Peter (at) delivers, with all its gritty charm and unexpected delights.

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