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But here’s the kicker—ya gotta haggle! I suck at it, bro—16 typos in my brain tryin to play cool. “How much?” I stammer. She’s all, “50 for quick, 100 full.” I’m thinkin, “The party has just begun!”—Robbins energy surgin. But damn, the cash part? Stressful! Reminds me of that line—“The truth costs.” Shit’s real—every buck’s a choice.

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After that, I decide to hit up the gardens at Trauttmansdorff. I mean, who doesn’t love a good garden? I’m wandering around, and it’s all beautiful flowers and weird sculptures. I’m vibing, until I see this family having a picnic. They’ve got a whole spread—cheese, bread, wine. I’m drooling. So, I’m like, “Hey, can I join?” They look at me like I’m a weirdo. Rude! I mean, who wouldn’t want to share their cheese?

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