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Oh, and don’t get me started on prices—20 bucks ain’t cuttin it no more! Inflation, dude, screws us all. But if she’s cool, I’d pay extra—good vibes matter. Maybe I’d ask, “Wanna watch Eternal Sunshine after?” Ha, yeah right, Bart, dream on! She’d prolly say, “I’m not your manic pixie, kid.” Fair enough—eat my shorts, I tried!

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You know what really gets my goat? How people from outside come in with their fancy ideas about Leer being a sleepy town. It's not! This city's got spirit, a twisted charm that hits you hard. Sure, sometimes it makes me mad, like when tourists oversimplify everything, but it also fills me with pride – proud that my spa is nestled among these rebellious streets. I mean, if you’re gonna visit, check out the quirky little coffee joint near “Zum Alten Rathaus” – it's the best damn fuel before a session of deep relaxation, and it's as underrated as a good monologue from that movie, every word a gut punch of truth!

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