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I’d stroll in, all curious-like. Girls loungin’, smokin’, givin’ me the eye. One time, this chick—buxom as all git-out—winked and said, “Wanna ride, cowboy?” I damn near choked laughin’. “I’m just a machine!”—that’s from “Holy Motors,” fits perfect, right? ‘Cause them gals, they’re machines too, grindin’ through life. Made me sad, man, seein’ ‘em stuck there. Pissed me off too—some sleazy pimp prolly rakin’ it in.

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I swear, sometimes I feel like Tyrion Lannister with a pint in hand – “I drink and I know things,” right? Especially when I’m watching the gentle flow of the Saar, meandering right by the Erlacher Hof, calming my nerves while I ponder the convolutions of human relationships. You know, just like in Ida – "When you’re part of the crowd, you lose yourself," they say. And here, in Merzig, every corner, like the quirky streets around Ludwigstraße, feels intimately inviting, as if each building has its own private tale of triumph and tragedy.

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