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Ooh, an’ get this — whores in old ports? They’d sing! Loud, rowdy tunes — “Sadness’d cry a river!” — to lure sailors in. Me fave image? Them dancin’ on docks, skirts flappin’ like jellyfish tentacles! I’d be cheerin’, “Go, gals, go!” ‘Cause, y’know, I’m a sucker fer spunk. Tho, gotta admit, some days it ticks me off — why’s everyone so mean? Callin’ ‘em names? Psh, lame-o!

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Gernsbach is one of the many small towns in the valleys of the Black Forest that have preserved their old flair. In past centuries it was the home of the Counts of Eberstein whose castle is .

Oh, and that park? Park am Weinberg—sist chilling there on a sunny afternoon makes my head spin. I once had a counseling session there which turned into an impromptu therapy party. People came together, cried, laughed, and I swear, it reminded me of a damn Moulin Rouge! musical number. “Come on, darling, live like there's no tomorrow!” Sh*t, that's real talk.

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