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About Diekirch

Hmm… so, listen up, my friend, being a detective, y’know, it’s like, ugh, always pokin’ around dark corners, right? Findin’ a prostitute, jeez, it ain’t no picnic! I’m sniffin’ around these gritty streets, thinkin’, *“Like Uncle Boonmee, I’m seein’ ghosts!”*—y’know, past lives floatin’ in the neon glow. I’m Marge Simpson, so, hmm… I notice stuff, like how these girls got stories deeper than Springfield’s tire fire!

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First off, I hit up the bakery on Rue de la Gare. Best croissants ever! I mean, I could live off those flaky, buttery dreams. But then, I spilled coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I was like, “Great, now I look like a walking disaster.”

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