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So, I’m skippin’ down Jellyfish Fields, right, and I hear whispers—some salty sailor’s like, “Go to the docks, SpongeBob!” I’m like, “Docks? For what? Fishin’?” Nope! That’s where the action’s at! Little known fact: back in the day, sailors’d trade clamshells for a quick “hug”—wink wink—cuz money wasn’t even a thing yet! Wild, huh? Makes me giggle like a sea cucumber on a sugar rush!

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Forget fancy, this town’s got hidden corners that make my kine kick – like that dingy café on Bergstrasse where I used to hang while gettin’ my head massaged by the cool aroma of roasted coffee beans. There's some local legends – whisperin’ about secret tunnels beneath the St. Marienkirche – spookee but fascinating, just enough to get me pumpin’ with adrenaline when I’m off duty.

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