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Oi mate, so ‘ere I am, Mr. Bean, yeah, mumblin’ ‘bout this *whore* business! Stumblin’ round like I lost me shoe, heh! Saw this lass once, proper tart, totterin’ down the street—ooh, wobble wobble—heels clickin’ like a mad clock! Reminds me o’ that monk in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*, y’know, the one luggin’ that stone up the hill—sins weighin’ ‘im down, ha! She’s got sins too, I reckon, but hers are louder—clack clack clack!

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I told Chooch that this place was going to be like the Hooter's of Frankenmuth, with Bavarian boobs spilling out of corseted beer garden dresses.

Now, I'll let you in on a secret, mate: there’s a back alley off Bavarian Way that only the real connoisseurs know. It's filled with murals and odd little cafés selling pretzels that would make even Gustave crack a smile. But hey, don’t tell the PTA next door; they’d have a field day.

99-year-old Frankenmuth man won't let age stop him from clearing driveways