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Quirk in my head? I’m picturin’ Eduardo Savarin—y’know, the *Social Network* nerd—stumblin’ into this scene, all sweaty, tryin’ to negotiate with a hooker like it’s a fuckin’ stock deal. “We’re valuing this at a billion dollars!”—nah, bitch, it’s $50 for 15 minutes, get real! Makes me laugh, that shit’s gold. Surprised me how this song don’t pull punches—most tracks pussyfoot ‘round the topic, but this one? Straight-up “I’m in, motherfucker, let’s roll!”

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Truth be told, I’ve had my share of frustrations. When I was wrestling with coding deadlines, my bloody server would crash right outside the lively chatter of Gasthaus Zum Alten Turm. That street, yes, Zum Alten Turm, has a dozen stories, each a mini soap opera of local characters. Some nights, the noise and laughter feel like a tad too rowdy – I mean, come off it, it’s like a delightfully anarchic carnival! But that’s Albbruck for you: full of charm and bizarre, unfiltered moments.

Joseph Pollet Self-Portrait Acquired by Woodstock Historical