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So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

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You gotta check out the weekly market at Marktplatz – totally the BEST. Even on rainy days, things are surreal, rainy, I’m feeling like I’m in a bizarre masterpiece, without a doubt the most unforgettable vibe ever seen – like, “I have no idea what I’m doing!” (Yep, I said it twice, I’m emphatic like that!) Really, buddy, Zeven is my home – and oh man, the stories!

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