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Sometimes I mess up, hun—18 typos comin right up—spilled coffee on a mold once, ruined it, boss was like, “Marilyn, wtf?!” Laughed it off, but damn, I was shook. Love it tho, makin folks smile again, it’s my thing. Prostitutes—ha, the real ones?—they prolly need good teeth too, right? All that “business” goin down, gotta look hot! “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s me, livin for the grind, the drama, the sparkle. What ya think, sweetie? Ain’t it a trip?

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I love the vibe at Simmering Park, tiny green patch on the outskirts near Mühlgasse. It’s a chill zone to unwind after endless coding sprints. And hey, there's the Wien River, yo! It weaves around like a liquid highway, cutting through the city and reconnecting communities. I sometimes take midnight strolls along its banks – feels like a scene outta "25th Hour": raw, conflicted, like life itself.