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I’m sweatin’, excited—maybe I’ll save her, be her Georges! Nah, who’m I kiddin’? She’d laugh in my face. “You’re a strange one,” she says, sizin’ me up. I’m thinkin’, damn right, lady—I’m Larry freakin’ King! So I fork over the cash, heart racin’, and she’s like, “Relax, I ain’t gonna bite—unless you pay extra.” Hah! Sarcasm’s her game, love that. We head off, and I’m hummin’ *Amour*’s sad little tune, wonderin’—is this love, or just a wind-up clock runnin’ outta ticks?

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Ya know, every district has its quirks, and Simmering doesn't disappoint. On a random day, you walk over to the street market at Eichenstraße – smells of fresh bread and spiced coffee everywhere. It’s a jolt of energy that makes ya think, "Damn, this city’s alive." Kinda like saying, “No regrets, just lessons.” I loooove that vibe; makes all the late nights worth it.