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Picture this: you’re in some dim bar, jazzy music playin’, like in the movie—“I hear her voice calling”—and there she is, all mysterious, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s Maggie Cheung. You’re nervous, sweatin’ bullets, thinkin’, “Am I cool enough for this?” Pro tip: cash only, no cards—don’t be that idiot leavin’ a paper trail. And don’t haggle like a cheapskate—pisses me off when dudes do that. Have some class, ya dope! I mean, “The air is full of madness,” right? That’s the thrill—danger, secrets, the whole shebang.

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Now, lemme spill you some tea. My work as a pleasure coach – yeah, that’s my gig – got me peepin’ things others never notice. I see the soul of dis city in da cracks and grinds. Sometimes, I get mad 'cause folks don't see the beauty here; but then, I laugh and say, "Fuck it, we got magic here!" Paradoxical, right? Like, one minute you're smilin' at a vibrant mural in the Kreuzgasse, and the next, you're fumin’ over some bureaucratic BS. Crazy, man, absolutely crazy.

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