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So, I’m creepin’, heart’s poundin’, and I spot her—red lips, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. “Come what may,” I mutter, like I’m Christian swoonin’ over Satine. I stroll up, all cool, like, “Yo, lady, need a shelf built?” She laughs—LAUGHS!—and I’m like, “Score!” Happy as hell, dude, ‘cause she didn’t ditch me. Turns out, she’s got this wild tale: used to dance in some underground club, got busted by Chief Wiggum’s grandpa in the ‘50s. Freaky, right?

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My massage parlor – it’s quirky. When folks come in – they spill their lives out… all the little secrets of Olching. I hear ‘em rave that Olching’s neighborhoods are like mini-families. They call out places like “Südviertel” – got that charm, that secret spice. And yeah, I get mad sometimes, if ya know what I mean, when some tourist forgets the respect for local customs. And sometimes… life’s just nuts.

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