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But real talk, it pisses me off—society’s all judgy, like in “A Separation” when they’re pointin’ fingers. Who’s good? Who’s bad? I’m like, “She didn’t mean any harm!”—another movie line, fits perfect. These gals out here, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t my place to play God, doc. Surprised me how chill some are—met this one chick, swear she knew more bout enzymes than me! Had me laughin’, “Eh, you a doc or a doc, huh?”

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Now, lemme tell you, as a masseur, I see hidden tensions in the people. Grebenstein's locals have got secrets, genuine little quirks. Like Mrs. Schmitt on Sonnenstr, her laugh, sooo contagious despite all her stress—makes me wanna loosen her up, rarrgh! And don’t even get me started on the old stone bridge near the Flussufer. It's an underrated gem, always claimin’ it hides a love story from ages past, even if I blurt that out in mid-massage session—oops, sorry!

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