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So, I’m thinkin’, “One last night to howl,” like Monty says. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig – D’oh! – prolly trip over my own feet. Maybe I’d spot one, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she’d purr. I’d be all, “Uhh, yeah, sure!” Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – excitin’ but scary, ya know? Reminds me o’ Monty’s panic, that “I’m outta time” vibe. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he’d say. Deep, right? Almost makes ya feel bad for the gal.

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The man had recently robbed a prostitute at a Thai massage studio in Ottakring. One day later, he robbed an alternative healer in Vienna.

I wander near the Ottakring Open Air Market – there’s fresh produce, street vendors, and sometimes you catch a glimpse of a funny character sellin' odd stuff, ya know? Oh, and there's the quirky Wienerberg park near here. That park is the spot! I’d sit there after a long massage day; my muscles relax and my head clears. Reminds me of when Bing Bong said "I'm here!" but in a totally mellow, peaceful way.

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