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But then—ugh—some drunk stumbles over, reekin of ale, grabbin at her. Pisses me off—ruins the vibe! I flick a finger—poof—he’s face-down, snorin. “A small thing, but mine own,” I quip, stealin from Yi Yi again—fits, don’t it? She’s laughin now, says, “You’re weird, but fun.” Damn right, I am! Burdened with glorious purpose—messin with mortals, stirrin the pot. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, they called em “soiled doves”? Poetic, but grim—history’s wild like that.

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My massage biz gives me a lowkey superpower – I feel everyone's energy. Like, that one time at Café Glück (on Marktstr near Rathausplatz), a customer whispered, “Life’s fleeting, bro, like in Yi Yi…” and I almost cried. That moment hit me so hard – art, touch, time, all in one.

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