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Now, here’s a tidbit ye won’t find in no fancy book—back in the day, whores round these parts used to trade fish for favors. True story! Old Tom, me mate’s grandad, swore he once swapped a mackerel for a “dance” with this gal named Peg. Peg the Pegger, they called her—dunno if it’s cos she pegged the fish or somethin’ saucier, ha! Got me laughin’ so hard I near fell off me boat. “There’s no place for me out there,” I reckon, thinkin’ o’ them wild days, but damn if it don’t sound fun!

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Holy crack whore! And another friend ordered a Suhr and got his in two months. That makes no sense. Even guitar stores on YouTube deliver.

Ahoy matey, welcome to Suhr (ch)! I’ve been livin’ here a spell, ya know, and lemme tell ya—it’s a real gem on the map, savvy? Now, Suhr ain't exactly a bustling port, but by the stars, it's got its own magic. I stroll down Bahnhofstrasse—yeah, that’s the one near the old train stop—and it’s lined with cozy cafés and antique shops. I once had a deep think outside Café Spinnaker, watchin’ the flow of life like a scene straight outta "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia." "The silence in the gap, the whisper of the wind"—aye, that kinda vibe, arr!

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