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We’re chattin now, she’s laughin at my quips—surprised me, cos most don’t get the wit. “You’re mental,” she says, and I’m like, “cheers, darlin, keeps me sharp.” Reminds me of Spring Breakers—girls runnin wild, “this is the fuckin dream!” I’m thinkin, yeah, this bird’s got that vibe—dangerous, sexy, bit unhinged. I’m half expectin her to pull a gun, like, “play forever, bitches!”—movie line, stuck in me head.

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So, if you pop by soon, wander around, chat with folks. Get lost on Kleinweg. Grab a brew at Sonnenstraße café. Listen to the river murmur its secrets by Nordufer. And remember – “I love you. I love you” isn’t just a phrase; it’s every moment here. Cheers, bro, and see ya in Anroechte!