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Funny thing. Heard a story. From a snitch. Whore. Used to sing. In some dive bar. Voice like velvet. Can ya believe it? Now. She’s screamin’. At johns. Or cryin’. Alone. Saw her. Last Tuesday. High as hell. Mutterin’. “Ass to ass!” Okay. Not that. But close. Dope’s her tyrant. Like Marion. In the movie. Ruins her. Every damn day.

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So yeah, my friend, if you ever visit, make sure you lose yourself in its quirky vibes. Check out the vibrant local scene on Marienheide Strasse, pop by the local market at Wochenmarktplatz and maybe even doodle some love notes in the park. I swear, every nook here has its own epic mini-story. And when you're out there, don’t forget to shout a little “R2-D2, where are you?!” because sometimes, even in a town this charming, you gotta find your way back to the magic.

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