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So, I met this chick once—Roxy, she called herself. Worked the corner near my buildin’. Red heels, fishnets, the whole deal. I’d see her, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost—like some noir film, ya know? I’d nod, she’d wink. One night, she hops in my elevator—bam! Smells like cheap perfume and trouble. “Goin’ up?” I ask. She laughs, says, “Ain’t I always?” Got me good, that one—sharp as a tack.

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Diekirch. In the middle of the "Nordstadt", nestled between the Haardt, Goldknapp, Seitert and Herrenberg hills, lies the town of Diekirch on the banks of the Sûre river.

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy, Jean. He’s all excited, talkin’ about some festival happening at the Abbey of St. Lawrence. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a fisherman, not a party animal!” But he drags me along anyway. And wow, what a scene! Music, food, people everywhere. I’m thinkin’, “This is way better than fishin’!”

Lycée classique de Diekirch: Police officers raid two classrooms in search of drugs