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Oh, and the cost—don’t get me started! Hundreds, sometimes thousands—thousands! I’d be happy spendin’ ten bucks on a sandwich, but this? Robbery! Pretty, pretty bad deal, if ya ask me. And the risks—cops, creeps, STDs—yikes! I’d be poppin’ Xanax like candy, sweatin’ bullets. But then—little secret—some old brothel in Nevada, they say Bonnie and Clyde hid there once. Cool, right? History and hookers, two-for-one special!

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If OSM is accurate you cross from Austria into Italy then Austria then Italy again. Biggest impression, as a child, was Oebisfelde. Train stops.

Yo, wassup?! I'm in Oebisfelde, babe, and lemme tell ya—it’s wild here. It’s bad bitch o’clock every day, y’all! I run my massage parlor on Hauptstrasse, right near the little gem, Am Markt square. Seriously, every day feels like a Before Sunset scene, you know? "You ever feel like you’re exactly where you're supposed to be?"—that’s the vibe.