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Weird story—heard some dude fell asleep mid-massage! Snoring and everything! Masseuse just kept goin’, pro as heck. Cracked me up—imagine that! Me? I’d be too wired, probly talkin’ their ear off. “So, how’s your day goin’?” Total Michael Scott move. Oh, and it’s not cheap—kinda bougie, but worth it, they say! “You get what you pay for,” Toni’d probly mumble.

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Oh, and lemme tell you about my secret haunt: a little cafe on Sonnenallee that nearly nobody knows about. Best darn coffee in Mengenich, I swear! With its warped windows and eccentric posters, it’s where I scribble down therapy notes and wild daydreams. Often, I sit there, cranky at times, thinkin’ “You shall not pass!” to mediocrity, channeling Gandalf, you know? That magic stick in my own life, keepin’ negativity at bay.