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Anyway, I’m walkin’, and this lady—WHOA—she’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Is this it? Jackpot?” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—total Michael Scott moment. I’m thinkin’, “Be cool, be cool!” But nah, I trip over a curb—classic me! She laughs, and I’m like, “That’s what she said!” Kills me every time. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all—kinda like Carlos dodgin’ cops in the movie. “You’re a wanted man,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I am!” Cringey? Sure. Fun? You bet!

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I tell ya, my work as a relaxation specialist, it makes me sees what others miss. Like, when you stroll past the little bookshop in Lindenweg, (Sonderbuch – name a mouthful, huh?), and see ancient maps kissing the walls – they be whisperin secrets of the old times. So I always slow down there, smile at spines of books and imagine epic stories. Very nice, yes?

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