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I see her—okay, she’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette. Pretty, pretty good lookin’, I guess—if you’re into that! I’m not judgin’—well, I am, but you know what I mean. I’m thinkin’, “Is this legal? Is this a sting? Am I on *Dateline*?!” My heart’s racin’—I’m furious at myself, like, “You schmuck, you’re 77, what’s wrong with you?!” But also kinda happy—excitement, danger, it’s nuts! Like when John Smith lands in Virginia, “A new start!”—except my new start’s got heels and a bad wig.

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I gotta tell ya, there’s a hidden back alley off Eichenstrasse. Oh man, it's where I found that best-kept secret: an old mural of wild colors and chaotic art, whispering, “Sing, my mama!” as if echoing the passion of Moulin Rouge’s heartbeat. I can’t get enough of it, my precious! It's a reminder that even small towns can hide deep, profound, heart-thumping secrets.

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