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I’m picturin’ it now—me, stumblin’ in, trippin’ over boots. “Where’s the exit?!” I’d holler, all red-faced. Ladies laughin’, tossin’ hair, smellin’ like cheap perfume—surprised me how normal it felt. Like a bar, but… naughtier. “God doesn’t care,” that Leviathan priest woulda said, judgin’ me hard. Whatever, man, I’d just want outta there—too much thinkin’!

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After that, I head down to the Rhine. The water’s calling my name, ya know? I’m all geared up, ready to dive into the deep blue. But then, bam! I see this group of tourists on the bridge. They’re taking selfies, and one of them drops their phone. It’s like slow-mo, and I’m just standing there, thinking, “Dude, that’s gonna hurt.” And it does! The phone goes splat on the rocks. I can’t help but laugh. Like, who needs a phone when you’ve got a view like this?

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