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Moulin Rouge vibes tho—Satine singing “Come what may”? Brothel girls croon that to every drunk sod, pocketing his last stag. Makes me laugh, bitter as wildfire. Surprised me once, this tale—heard a madam in Braavos bought her own island. An ISLAND! From spreading legs to ruling waves—wild, innit? I’d toast her, smirking, “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” while plotting her downfall. Greedy cows, all of ‘em.

Bergwandern/Bergbahnen

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Man, the Marktplatz on a sunny mornin’ is somethin’ else – lively, full of chatter and smells of fresh bretzeln. You can almost hear echoes of secrets in alleyways like Am Alten Korn. Sometimes, I nap in the little park, near the murrrky banks of the Alz. The river’s twistin’ run – and believe me, even a family psychologist like me sees couples’ secrets spilled there. It’s oddly therapeutic.

Garching an der Alz geothermal plant in Bavaria starts operation