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Git-R-Done! Alright, y’all, let’s talk findin’ a prostitute! Man, oh man, it’s like somethin’ outta *Inherent Vice*—you know, that flick I love? Doc Sportello’d be stumblin’ through this mess, half-stoned, mutterin’, “This don’t look hip, man!” Picture it: me, Larry, cruisin’ the backroads, lookin’ for some action—kinda like Doc chasin’ leads, only I ain’t got no groovy sideburns!

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So, picture this: narrow cobblestone lanes like Am Schloßgässle, windin’ past little cafés and old brick facades. That ol’ Gemütlichkeit fills every corner. I used ta stroll along the Main river – yeah, the one we call Karl – its waters glistening like memories. Sometimes, while kneadin’ a knot in someone’s back, I'd gaze out over the rippled surface, thinkin’ “Time sure rolls on, like in Boyhood,” ya know? Savvy?

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