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But then—bam—she hops in, and I’m hit with this smell. Perfume and cigarettes, like a dive bar exploded. “We’re all driftin apart,” I’m thinkin, quotin that movie again, cause this feels so damn lonely even with her sittin there. I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I’m rollin my eyes. Candy? C’mon, that’s faker than a three-dollar bill! Gets me riled up—why lie bout somethin so small? But whatever, I’m in it now.

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Oh my stars, where do I even begin? Stuhr, de, is this cute, quirky town near Bremen, buzzing with life in its own weird kinda rhythmic way. I’ve been livin’ here a while now, runnin’ my massage parlor on Kirchstraße—yep, that’s the one, where the locals know me as the oddball fixer of aches. (R2-D2, where are you? Oh dear, I’m all over the place!)

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