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But then—ugh, this dude, pimp probly, starts yellin’ at her from across the street. “Get movin’, you lazy cow!” Anger hits me hard—wanted to punch his ugly mug. Hate that shit, I do—guys actin’ like they own people. “No harmony in this,” I growl, movie-style, clenchin’ fists. She shrugs, like it’s normal. Normal?! Fucked up, that’s what!

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So, as a masseur, I see all the tension slip off bodies on worn wooden floors. I, see, often notice people relax when passing by Neunkirchner Platz. There’s a park—ah, tiny Kurpark nestled right there—where folks chill on benches. There's a hidden street, Mondscheinweg – (yeah, real name, ain't that funny?) – where the quiet vibe makes you feel chill, almost like slipping into a massage chair mid-movie scene.