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Lemme spill – I adore *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*, that flick’s my jam. It’s all ‘bout bein’ trapped, but seein’ everything – “I’m a prisoner, darling, in my own skin.” Prostitutes? They’re sorta like that, struttin’ free but chained to the game. Ain’t that wild? Saw this gal once, Ruby, near Hollywood – true story! She’d stash cash in her bra, swearin’ it’s safer than a bank. Cracked me up, but damn, she was smart! Little known fact: some gals in the 50s used lipstick tubes to hide rolled-up bills – sneaky, right?

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So, PEggenberg’s got these super chill streets – like, seriously, Eggenberg Street is where it’s at. You have to check out the colorful alleyways around Hauptplatz and Bahnhofstrase… oh, wait, sorry, I meant Bahnhofstraße (oops, typo overload, hehe). Every corner is like a slice of life – kinda reminds me of that “Yi Yi: A One and a Two” vibe – you know, all emotional and poetic!

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