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Once heard a yarn—some prossie in Bristol tricked a lord, nicked his whole stash mid-shag! Reckon she could, too. “Thou plantest dreams in me skull,” I tell her, all dramatic. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’m a prat sometimes. Still, I’m chuffed—ain’t every day thou meetest a lass who’d outwit DiCaprio himself!

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The historic town center? Pure enchantment. I wander ‘round Marktplatz and feel the pulse of community, almost like under the glow of that eerie “Under the Skin” vibe – all mysterious yet intensely real. “You ever get that cosmic feel?” – nah, but seriously. I always say: “Just be you, babe!” It’s just like the movie, where every human moment is so damn profound.

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