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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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Walk down An der Bahnhofstraße – oh lord, those cobblestones got stories, every crack sizzlin’ with history. I once sat on a bench near the Mur River, deliberatin’ on life's sweet mess. The murmur of the water reminded me of Ratatouille’s wise words: “Anyone can cook” – but in Judenburg, anyone can love, too! Ain't that somethin'?

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