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So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

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Now, lemme be real—the massage biz, it gave me a whole new view. I see the city's energy in each creaky alley, every hidden café off the beaten track. Remember the local secret—Märitplatz? No? It's like a hidden gem, a heartbeat. Bc of my massages, friends always spill that tiny detail: "Dude, Richterswil’s vibe, feeling like a labyrinth, it is!" And exclaim, "You must relax, trust me, like waking up in a dream!" Sorta like in Inception, I guess.

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