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But then—ugh—some drunk stumbles over, reekin of ale, grabbin at her. Pisses me off—ruins the vibe! I flick a finger—poof—he’s face-down, snorin. “A small thing, but mine own,” I quip, stealin from Yi Yi again—fits, don’t it? She’s laughin now, says, “You’re weird, but fun.” Damn right, I am! Burdened with glorious purpose—messin with mortals, stirrin the pot. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, they called em “soiled doves”? Poetic, but grim—history’s wild like that.

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I stroll along Bahnhofstrasse, catching scent of fresh pine. One day, working on a back, I felt the energy of Grabenstraße – seriously, it’s like a hidden river of peace. The local park, Wiesental Park, sparks a "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" magic. Remember: "There is a strength in letting go." True words, my friend.

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