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Me? I’d kill for one—figurative, Clarice, relax! Last time, this chick’s hands—magic, swear it. Soft like velvet, but firm—oh, I melted. Felt like Oskar when Eli saves him—safe, but kinda thrilled. “I’m not a girl,” she’d say—ha, same energy! You ever notice how it sneaks up? Starts chill, then bam—tingles everywhere. Gets the blood pumpin’, no lie.

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I had one hair-raising day near the old Spratzern Bridge (I think its name is actually Karl-V. Brücke, but whatever). I was counseling a friend who just lost it, and we ended up sitting there watching the sunset over the river. It was moments like that when the city feels intensely personal. I kept thinking, “We have mission here: Save souls, make lives awesome.” The vibe just gets me every time – zero dark thirty style, you know? Surprise attack on your perspective, LOL.