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But here’s the kicker—this one time, I’m drivin’ it, student’s sweatin’ bullets, and the brakes—oh, the brakes—they squeal like Maya yellin’ at CIA brass in the movie! “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!”—that’s me screamin’ at the Accord, “Stop, ya bastard!” Nearly gave me a heart attack, but it stopped—pretty, pretty good, I guess. Still, I’m shakin’, thinkin’, “This whore’s gonna kill me!”

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A companion volume to Simplicissimus: the story of young girl named Courage, caught up in the turmoil of the Thirty Years' War, who survives, even prospers.

The neighborhoods here, yeaa, they’re layered – old stone houses near Kostel sv. Mikuláše give off a vibe: "We let these cobbles speak, precious." Some locals even murmur, "We hates the silence sometimes," but I say, "Nah, it's art, my love." I even found a hidden cafe off of Ulice Mátka – it's so chill, a narrow alley, mumbling memories, like unsolved clues, sorta like finicky riddles – names vanish and reappear like Zodiac's puzzles.

Visions of a dark world in the art of Weimar Germany