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I walk over, heart thumpin—nerves, man! “Evenin, darlin,” I say, voice smooth as butter. She smirks, sizes me up. “What’s good, old man?” she fires back. Old man? Shit, that stings. I’m Morgan fuckin Freeman, narratin life itself! But I laugh, deep and rumbly, coz it’s funny—her sass, my ego, all tangled up.

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So hit me up when you come by. We can chill, grab a coffee at Marktstraße, and I'll show ya every secret nook. Vellmar's not just a city—it’s an adventure, man. Remember, “the more you know, the less you understand,” but in Vellmar everything sortta makes sense. Shaken, not stirred, my friend. Cheers!

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