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Oh, funny story – mate o’ mine once got a prossie who showed up in a clown wig. Swear down, thought it was a setup! He’s yellin, “What’s so funny, hippie?” like straight outta *Inherent Vice*. Turns out, she’d just done a kid’s party – side hustle, innit? Cracked me up, thinkin how Doc’d prolly light a joint and roll with it. Point is, ya never know what yer gettin – adds to the thrill, yeah?

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I walk these streets every day, and I see so many raw human moments. I often find myself saying, "The spark is inside me!" (yep, straight from Moulin Rouge!, no joke) when I pass by the vibrant open-air market at Lindenplatz. It's chaotic but kind of poetic. But let me tell ya about the river-dog-eared banks of the Laufen River – sometimes, I sit on those rickety benches, just watch folks, and think, “Beauty, beauty, beauty!” Really, it's like every ripple in the water whispers family secrets.