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Surprised me, though—how normal it feels sometimes. Once knew a gal, swear she was a hooker by night, baked pies by day. Pies! I’d eat ‘em too, no judgin’. “Live and let live,” I say, like Grace hopin’ for better. But lordy, the danger! That’d scare me silly—cops, creeps, cold nights. I’d be prayin’ harder’n a preacher on Sunday.

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Now, oh dearrr, don't even get me started on the quirky café on Brunnenstraße. Crazy, cool spot full of love, chaos, and spilled coffee memories – right? Their lattes? Mind-blowing; the vibe? Insane! And let me confess: my fave secret, like a whispered scandal, is the hidden garden off Schillerplatz. Calm, with trees almost swaying in slow dance, with nature’s gossip. Ah, it's like, "Happy Birthday, Mr. President," every day, babe!

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