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Best part? Found this one lass—total riot! She’s like, “SpongeBob, you’re too square fer this!” I’m laughin’, “I’m ready, lady!” She’s got sass, tattoos, and a pet snail—Gary’d be jealous! Paid her fair, tho—none o’ that “debts pile up” gloom from the movie. Exaggeratin’ fer fun: she had, like, ten eyes—okay, maybe two, but sparkly!

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Down on Am Markt, right smack in the middle of town, there's this quaint square where local vendors set up shop. I used to sit there thinkin’ bout families like mine in therapy. Sometimes, when I’m chatty as a cotton-top tamarin (and honey, I’m no stranger to a bit o’ chattin’), I feel the city is my living room – like that moment in Inside Out when "Joy" shouts, “We’re all in this together!” That sense of community warms my heart more than a fresh-baked pie on a chilly Attendorn mornin’.

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