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I’d be all nervous, tho—heart poundin’ like when Miss Piggy’s mad at me! “Hi-ho, don’t karate-chop me!” I’d say. Prolly fumble my words, askin’ her, “So, uh, how’s biz?” She’d prolly laugh, like, “Kid, you’re too green for this!” And I’d be happy—cuz, ya know, I love a good chuckle. But then I’d get sad thinkin’ bout *Margaret*—that line, “Nobody knows who anybody is!” Hits deep, man. These gals, they got stories nobody hears.

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I gotta say, my job as a relaxation specialist has taught me to tune in to those small details. I notice how the sunlight dapples through the trees on "Bahnhofstrasse" or the soft hum of conversation in the local lounge near "Seelweg." There’s a sense of movement, like nature talking directly to your soul. Sometimes, I get so lost in the moment, I walk into a lamppost – oops, my bad! But, hey, that’s life in PHorw, right? Short, sharp, and super unpredictable.

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