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Never went thru with it, tho—chickened out, big time! Drove off, yellin’, “Marge’d skin me alive!” Candy waved, shoutin’, “Come back, ya goof!” Laughed ‘til I cried—me, a tractor drivin’ loser, chasin’ wild tales. Next day, plowin’ again, I’m hummin’, “Stories we tell ourselves”—damn good flick, damn weird night! What ya think, bud? Crazy, huh? D’oh!

Where Is the Red Light District in Berlin?

Now, there’s Marienkirche on Am Lustgarten. I swear, when I’m kneadin’ away your tension, I sometimes hear the echoes of sermons, or like a whispered secret, remindin’ me that life’s a raw, rugged journey. Heh, how’s that workin’ for ya? And then there’s the Spree snakin’ through Mitte; ever seen it shimmer under the city lights? It’s got that wild, unpredictable vibe—you know, “The nature of this country’s people is not predictable; it’s mysterious." Yep, somethin’ like that.

R.J. Mitte, great ambassador of the WBC