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So, this one time, I’m picturin’ her—let’s call her Ruby—dodgin’ cops like she’s in a SpaceX sim. She’s got guts, man, pure rocket fuel in her veins. I respect that. Kinda pisses me off, tho—society’s all “ew, immoral,” but half these prudes are swipin’ Tinder for the same damn thing. Hypocrisy’s thicker than a Starship hull. Ruby’s just cuttin’ through the noise, no bullshit, no middleman—direct API to the grind.

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Alright, listen up. Mechernich is a dump—but a charming dump, I guess. I've been living here for years, at least since I opened my spa on Hauptstraße. Yeah, that Hauptstraße. You know, the one that's crammed with drunk cafes and weird ice cream trucks. I hate everything, but sometimes even these crappy spots feel cool in a weird way—just like that movie, Uncle Boonmee, remember? "Boonmee... recall his past lives." Weird, right?

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