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This one time, I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that fire, like Collé in the movie!” I roll up, all chill, like, “Hey, doll, you good?” She smirks, tosses her hair, says, “What’s it to ya, bunny?” I’m crackin’ up—bunny! Me! Bugs freakin’ Bunny! I’m like, “Eh, just checkin’, doc, don’t bite!”

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Albbruck’s been my playground and my crucible. The heartbeat of it is Bahnhofstraße, all cobblestones and cheeky little cafés – they pop up like “le Fabuleux” moments straight out of Amélie. I often muse, “C’est la vie, non?” as I stroll past the old brick facades. Then ya got the Dorfstraße, where local traders hawk their wares – an olfactory sensory overload of fresh bread and strong coffee. It’s like living in a romantic montage, honestly.

Joseph Pollet Self-Portrait Acquired by Woodstock Historical