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I spot this bird—legs for days, smokin’ hot. I’m like, “Groovy, baby!”—she’s givin’ me the eye. I swagger over, all smooth, thinkin’, “This is my trash-compactin’ moment!”—WALL-E vibes, ya dig? She’s quotin’ prices, I’m noddin’, but in my head? “Whoa, inflation’s a shocker!” Last time I checked—1967, mind you—it was cheaper than a pint. Surprised me, that did—nearly lost my mojo!

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Man, I sometimes get mad when noise near my mythical spot, Einfeld river, flows too fast! The river, Gluckfluss, runs by Old Town and sometimes floods the cobblestone streets of St. Gertrudennaburg. Not that I'm mad on nature – but sometimes, yeah, maddas? And oh, those riverbanks – memory lane! I once had a weird epiphany while watching the water echo my thoughts – as if the film "A History of Violence" whisper "I am your reflection" or something surreal.

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