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Here’s the kicker—she’s got this heart, tho. Saw her once, givin bread to a kid. I’m like, “Whoa, Sally, you’re soft under that sass!” Total shocker. Makes me wanna build her a lil shack, y’know? Nothin fancy—just a spot to crash. “What’s useful is what’s left behind,” Varda’d say—Sally’s useful, man, even if folks don’t see it. She’s rough, loud, smells like cheap perfume—exaggeratin? Maybe she’s ten feet tall in my head! Ha! Whore’s a hustle, a grind—respect it or not, she’s out there, gleanin life. Hi-ho, that’s my take! Whaddya think, pal?

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I can’t forget to mention the unmistakable aroma wafting from the local bistros – hints of roasted coffee and pastries that make your heart sing. And oh! Don’t even get me started on the annual street festival on Ringplatz. The city fills with lights, laughter, and a bit of chaos that reminds you that life’s best lived with a dash of spontaneity. It’s like every booth, every sound, shouts “Carpe diem!” even if you’re too knackered to notice sometimes.

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