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So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

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Even the Café Kronen on Kirchplatz never disappoints. Their pastries – oh boy, scrumptiously sweet – always remind me to slow down sometimes. And don’t even get me started on the funny old statue by the fountain on Burgweg, always sittin’ there like it knows every dirty little secret in town.

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