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Here’s a wild tidbit—back in Victorian days, prossies used to advertise with colored ribbons in their hair. Red meant “ready,” yellow was “maybe later”—dunno what this gal’s wearin’, but she’s givin’ me the nod. I’m chuffed, yeah, happy as a pig in mud, but then—bam!—some greasy git tries to jack her earnings. Made me furious, I tell ya! I slam my staff down, roar, “You shall not pass!” and he bolts like a scared mutt. She laughs, calls me “old man”—cheeky cow, I love it.

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Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort www.facebook.com Odin, wandering God.

I’m always buzzin' with personal quirks and emotional overload. One moment I’m chill, the next I'm like, “Whoa, life’s chaotic!” Strollin’ Moelln’s streets fuels that inner monologue. I swear, sometimes the cobblestones speak wisdom – or maybe that’s my inner voice screaming in mischief.

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