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Financial tip, though—prossies should invest, yeah? Cash under mattress? Rubbish! Stick it in bonds, *carpe diem*! She’d scoff, “Boris, you twit,” but I’d wink—charm’s my weapon. Reckon she’d like *Werckmeister* too—slow, weird, bit like her life. “Something’s brewing,” she’d mutter, film-style, counting punters. Loved that—spooky, poetic prossie! What a gal—messy, mad, magnificent!

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The vibe in Bex kinda sneaks up on you. The local neighborhoods are quirky. I mean, every corner has a story. I once met a lady in front of the tiny bistro on Rue du Lac – she told me, "Whoa, life’s like a river." And honestly, that sunk in deep. As a counselor, I see the unseen scars behind those smiles, ya know? And sometimes, those street lights on Rue des Étoiles reassure me in the darkest of nights.

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