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I remember a day right after a long, sweaty massage session, I sat outside near the flowing little river Scharfenberg (yep, it’s a tiny gem, not much, but oh so flowy and free) thinkin’ 'bout how every ridge, every stream tells a wild story. I got so emotional I nearly broke my own heart—mhm, call me soft! And lemme tell ya, sometimes when I'm workin' odd hours, I swear them quiet little alleys hum like a lullaby straight out of Timbuktu’s lyrical echoes, “the dust of an old dream whispers forgotten truth,” right there in a breeze... real poetic like.

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