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Sometimes I reckon, yeah, prostitute’s like WALL-E - scrappy, unloved, but bloody brilliant. Keeps goin’, no matter the mess. Gets under me skin, how it’s kicked about, spat on. Makes me wanna hug the word, give it a cigar, say “You’re alright, love”. Dunno, maybe I’m daft, but it’s got soul, mate. Soul! What d’ya reckon?

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The vibe here is off the charts; local landmarks like Eggenberg Palace (oh man, such a beauty!) are everywhere. I still can’t forget my endless nights working on our dating site code—imagine coding with Eggenberg’s skyline in the background. It’s like, “Life is a never-ending moment!” And sometimes, when I’m in the middle of debugging, I hear the distant echoes of laughter from the nearby park, like Stadtpark near the Fluss (yeah, that big river flowing by – the Mur, I think… oh gosh, can’t keep track sometimes!).

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